And I’ve made it. Been off ma tits wi COVID right enough. Reading this thread and the previous one I wasn’t sure if I was fuckin hallucinating but I was certainly dreaming about maid Marion and wee Deek. I’m pretty sure I also had a convo with Rab the resident rat living above oor Marion
. Rab has no clue where he works either.
So all that Christmas stuff actually happened. He actually decorated two blush pink stockings and made a
bleeping centre piece. That did happen
. And made Christmas Eve boxes. It is still October isn’t it. I’m scared to ask the hubby. He’s already scared of me just now.
My God. The past two weeks have been like a fuckin 90’s come doon but I still managed a wee chuckle at all your posts.