All The Boys Think She's A Spy

My Dear Fellows & Dear Princess Normal,

I beat the weather the morning. I went for a lovely long walk down to The Warehouse in the beautiful sunshine, and got back just in time for it to start PISHING.

I mainly went out because I wanted to buy myself a toastie-maker. I have had this CRAVING for tomato, cheese and pesto toasties lately. I am like a pregnant lady, only without the memory-loss and the need to move furniture.

The Warehouse is great for bargains and so the toastie-maker I bought was only $25. And IN FACT there was another one that was only $5.

FIVE DOLLARS! The tomato, cheese and PESTO costs more than that.

"But no," I thought, fighting down all my Yorkshireness. "It may be cheap, but I'm thinking possible quality issues here." So I crow-barred open the wallet and forked out the extra twenty bucks. However, just so you know, you are all getting toastie-makers for Xmas this year. You are welcome.

I stopped off at Moore Wilson's posh grocery shop for my pesto afterward. While I was there I took yet another blip of a nude naked lady in the nip statue. Clearly, the Wellingtonians are a big lot of pervy voyeurs into oddly-proportioned women. 

Now look. You know me. I'm not one to judge. But they are all deviants.

When I got home I found Er Indoors deep in Spring-cleaning mode. It is still going on as we speak. I do not mind because this means she had put on our "Housework" Alexa mix. I bloody LOVE the "Housework" mix and so we have been dancing about all day to "Love Is A Battlefield", "Tainted Love" and "Bette Davis Eyes".

"I Want You Back" is on now. I am Baby Groot!

S.