Traumatising the spider population
We will be having a visitor in a few days time - one of my oldest and most treasured friends will be coming to stay for the long weekend. Now, although I know that she will either overlook housekeeping failures on my part or muck in and help to rectify them while she is here, I still want to have the house just a bit cleaner and less cluttered than it is at the moment by the time she gets here. Of course I'll also have to find the time to do all the usual laundry, baking, shopping, chicken wrangling etc. so I don't know how far I'll get with my efforts, but I intend to at least get rid of the worst of the cobwebs and reclaim the dining room and coffee tables.
Good thing we got the hoover working properly, really...
Meg arrived in my life during my three years at Lampeter University (now Trinity St Davids). She bounced in to our first year kitchen in a Tigger-esque flurry of flat Barnsley vowels and glossy brunette curls, got squiffy on Smirnoff blue label and fell arse-first into the kitchen bin whilst trying to demonstrate what a graceful and limber specimen she was thanks to her kick-boxing classes. She is one of the most loyal, generous and... big people I have ever met. Not physically - she's a curvy wee minx - but she lives big. You know when she's in the room and you miss her when she leaves. To steal a phrase from the great Pratchett, she's one of those people that people go to when they're in trouble. Sometimes, of course, to say 'please stop doing it'.
I haven't seen her since a brief flying visit while I was pregnant with Little'un and it feels like it's been a lot longer.
Not that, you know, I'm excited or anything...
*bounce*
Good thing we got the hoover working properly, really...
Meg arrived in my life during my three years at Lampeter University (now Trinity St Davids). She bounced in to our first year kitchen in a Tigger-esque flurry of flat Barnsley vowels and glossy brunette curls, got squiffy on Smirnoff blue label and fell arse-first into the kitchen bin whilst trying to demonstrate what a graceful and limber specimen she was thanks to her kick-boxing classes. She is one of the most loyal, generous and... big people I have ever met. Not physically - she's a curvy wee minx - but she lives big. You know when she's in the room and you miss her when she leaves. To steal a phrase from the great Pratchett, she's one of those people that people go to when they're in trouble. Sometimes, of course, to say 'please stop doing it'.
I haven't seen her since a brief flying visit while I was pregnant with Little'un and it feels like it's been a lot longer.
Not that, you know, I'm excited or anything...
*bounce*
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