Tonight's output is just exhausting, isn't it?
Here's me touting for business in a post where exactly nothing exciting has happened but I will try to make a mountain out of an anthill. Especially because I probably hint to Mumma what I want and that's why they both have ended up buying it. And Oh how on earth could they have chosen the same colour? What larks. She ended up with a glut of bags. Chortle (not)
Picture the scene (marches in stamping foot a La Veruca Salt)
"But Daddy I want a husband that is home all day. I want one NOW"
Dadda (pausing his cringe motivational CD) "Now Grabuca, Darling, Men are supposed to go out to work, not sit around in one pair of shorts and chat up young totty"
"But Daddy why don't YOU fund my lifestyle and husband so he doesn't have to leave me alone at home? You know I'll spend my whole life quivering with fear about spiders and men with too many pairs of shorts..."
Repeat until Dadda funds the lifestyle/husband. Grabuca Salty skips off to pretend she actually does work/something of value