Got my hopes dashed last night, I thought we were going to see a video of the last episode of Cutting it but instead it was an older episode so I still don't know who won North West Salon of the Year. I could go on the Cutting it website but I am still hoping my mother will have the right tape somewhere and she hasn't taped over it with "Cash in the attic".
The ladyfriend and I are in a quandry over tiles for our kitchen, we have seen some we like but we are a bit worried it may end up looking like the gentlemens lavvies at Charing Cross train station - you have to be so careful. The faint wiff of piss floats on the Eastbourne air already - what with the ageing population - we don't want to bring it into the home.
We are on a tight budget at the moment (home buying is a green light to people wanting money off me) so we are actually starting to eat food that is in the freezer! Instead of bringing home delicacies from the delis we are starting to chip into my stockpile for the nuclear winter. I must get inventive with the barlotti beans or it's the bancruptcy courts for the pair of us.
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