i'm just waiting for the bucket of hot water and bleach to do its stuff in the downstairs bog.
there's a bit of a blockage and i have a plunger on standby.
i'm sure YOU are lying on a table in a candle-lit room, in an exclusive spa somewhere, nibbling on peeled grapes, listening to gently filtered classical music as DOLF kneads your knotty bits.
if so, then please, dear reader, do not linger any longer over that mental image i just opened with.
hush,
i, clippy mat, will handle the nastiness of reality while you relax.
don't mention it.
and while i'm waiting for the chemical reaction to occur before i go in with plunger in both hands, i shall share some loveliness with you.
awards.
i like me some awards.
and i like them even better when somebody gives one to ME!
so here are two that even sandra bullock, to the best of my knowledge, never got.
and the nicest thing about them is that tomorrow, as i bask with self-satisfied smugness in such good fortune, i won't learn via some seedy tabloid that my other half was hanging out with a tattooed whore while i was otherwise 'busy'.
this one was given to me by
my bloggy buddy, Fly in the Weba lovely lady who lives in France.
a sunshine award.
how fitting today mes amis.
apropos n'est-ce pas?
in order to accept this award, i have to fulfill some obligations, which escape me just now.
but alas my obligations to the downstairs bog have taken precedence over all else at the moment.
i shall do it.
i promise.
who stands guard on hadrian's wall.
i was born and bred on the other end of the wall,
and to preserve its history we built houses and shipyards over top of it and cobbled the streets around about.
but,
what did we know?
luckily Hadriana is making sure that all that is swept under the rug and she won't tell anyone what we did.
all i have to do to accept this award is to 'share my flair'.
and
after i have uncorked the bog that's just what i intend to do.
i hope your saturday is just as lovely as mine.
and that nothing bungs up your day. (click for funny pic.)
;-)
