And I will break it for you now..

at 05.07 this morning, I awoke.

I groaned. Work.

Work, and a husband who had on top of the Pimms we drunk all day, finished off a bottle of wine, and maybe some cider! I had given up and gone to bed after the Pimms!

I could have cried. And then I thought to myself. Hang on a minute. Bank Holiday. I argued with myself for a while, trying to figure out the day, it was, and the day it had been. Eventually, happy I had concluded it was Monday, and it was indeed a bank holiday, I picked up my phone to check the date.

I picked up, and clicked in. Boy was on line, and came straight to me.

"Put the TV onto CNN mum, they've killed Usama, and everyone is going crazy here".

I looked at my New App, on the iPhone, and sure enough there it was.

I got up and went downstairs and flicked the tv on, and continued to chat to Boy as we both watched the same coverage 3600 miles apart.

I have to admit to feeling sick. Boy said trending US status updates read "USA 1 Muslim 0". "USA USA USA", "WE GOT HIM". Boy got it as did I; did this over enthusastic welcome of a death, not equate to more retaliation?

Am also a bit confused by the news that,he had been buried at sea, in accordance with Muslim law? Is that a new one? Is he really dead? Do they have him somewhere else, to pull his toenails out slowly, one by one?

Hey ho. After the shock of the jubilation over the death of a human, I said night to Boy, and headed back to bed.

I bounded up at 9.30, and got to work this morning. and I never stopped all day.

I stained the table and chairs.

Then I painted the shed, then the fence, and then gate, and then the fence at the back.

Then I sanded the porch. And "primed" it. Sadly, I think the primer was dodgy, cause it was like painting with mince, and I got quite a lot of it in my hair. Not Good.

I sat down for dinner at 6.30, and then struggled to get up again.

Now, am shattered. Am going to have to head to bed shortly, because am so exhausted. Tea arm is shattered. Think I may have to use a straw.

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