Another day, another insult. I had to brave a visit to our warehouse today for the first day this week. Badly timed (I had run out of "gophers" to do my donkey work) as my face is a mess today. I've got a bit of an eye infection going on, and it's so deformed the eyeball looks like Tony from Coronation Street has been putting contact lenses in with Freddie Kruegers glove.
And yes, although the insults were actually quite witty that's beyond the point. I will have my revenge...
I've been to the doctors and been prescribed all the drugs I'll need, but I may still be a little bit ugly on Valentines day.
I know Caroles thinking "Still? It's been almost 34 years now and you're still not pretty!"
I thought Luca's hunger had returned this morning. He drank his milk in seconds, and followed that up by eatling not only his own toast but mine too. Or so I thought. Due to my running in and out the kitchen (trying to get myself ready for work whilst trying to feed him - see, men CAN multitask) he'd been quietly slipping pieces to Sima every time I walked out. I only caught him on the last occasion, and the look on his face simply said "rumbled!"
I could have done with my toast too, having lost almost three quarters of a stone since becoming ill at the weekend (!). Yes, unless someone bakes me more Dundee cake soon I will look like Skeletor on the beach next month. Honestly Liz, I'm not hinting.
**Useless fact of the day - Valentines Day was formed just after St Valentines beheading for refusing to deny Christ. He then wrote a letter to his beloved (ironically believed to have been a bloke) which was signed "From Your Valentine"**
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