So, here I am, hatches battoned, under the duvet, candles and choccy bicscuits to hand\u00a0on the settee all cosy waiting for the Big Storm to arrive.<\/p>\n
I’ve just been sad to see Deborah go out of Strictly. \u00a0How on earth did she and dishy Patrick end up in the bottom two? \u00a0It’s a DANCING competition, people! \u00a0Nice to see Earth Wind and Fire on the show – or Rain Hail and Sleet as my mum once mistakenly called them. \u00a0Also sad to see that Anton, who I really like, apparently goes to the same hairdresser as Paul McCartney.<\/p>\n
So, in the face of the inclement weather I’m chilling and taking it easy. \u00a0Although, I’m a bit previous as it’s not due to hit landfall until about midnight, prompting the Daughter to ask – and rightly so – why all tomorrow mornings trains from Chertsey to Waterloo were cancelled at 5pm!! \u00a0And when I was in the supermarket this morning I began to wonder if something was going on that I didn’t know about. \u00a0Such as, a man called Noah had been seen trying to entice a couple of cats, dogs, horses and sheep into a big wooden shed he’d made. \u00a0Blimey! Talk about bulk buying. \u00a0Every trolley had at least six loaves, ten pints of milk, a dozen tins of beans and twenty toilet rolls. \u00a0But why oh why does it need the whole family to go to the supermarket? \u00a0Parents, granny and four kids? \u00a0I’ve said it before and I’ll say it agin: I do not know how women can bear to shop with a man in tow. \u00a0I saw three women being absolutely bullied today. Having to consult every item before it went into the trolley. \u00a0One poor women actually trembled as the “man” with her boomed “Not their own brand! \u00a0How many times do I hve to tell you?” \u00a0I wanted to ram him with my trolley. \u00a0And I also wanted to talk to her. \u00a0My stomach churned for her, even after all these years.<\/p>\n
I expect that Facebook and Twitter will become the Met Office tonight and tomorrow morning, although I think my old friend S C might be right when he says it’ll be a damp squibb. \u00a0Let’s hope so. \u00a0Especially as I’m supposed to be having lunch with a group of lovely friends tomorrow; a lunch that took a lot of organising as everyone’s so busy! \u00a0Although if lunch IS cancelled I’ve got loads to do as I’m still tackling the editing of Singles’ Holiday the Play, which is turning out to be a Herculean task.<\/p>\n
But incase it does turn nasty – stay safe, everyone!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
So, here I am, hatches battoned, under the duvet, candles and choccy bicscuits to hand\u00a0on the settee all cosy waiting for the Big Storm to arrive. I’ve just been sad to see Deborah go out of Strictly. \u00a0How on earth … Continue reading