Right, I’ve had a bad week and it’s only tuesday. There’s been a general increase in me saying and doing dumb stuff for bloody ages now and it’s all coming back on me like a big pile of runny poo. So I’ve decided to go and live in a dirty old upturned bucket under the tree at the end of my back yard until I can comport myself in a dignified, intelligent, responsible and respectable manner with regard to others and the world around me.
Good day to you all.
P.S. Could someone occasionally come and shove Jaffa Cakes under the lip of the bucket please? Thanks. Don’t worry about my cat, she looks after herself. Infact she usually looks after me. She’s just been busy this week, working on her novel and stuff.