Train Shame

On the train to London. Reasons to hate public transport:

• It smells of sweat, cornish pasties and cheap perfume
• There is unidentifiable blobs of stuff on my seat which reminds me of faecal matter
• You'll catch some deadly virus if you touch anything
• Toilet is a no-go zone as men spray all over floor, wash basin and door handle
• You have to read the Metro
• It costs £115 return

England v Slovenia

Pray people, pray

Bye house, bye house, buy my house

Well I have been here 8 months which is 2 months more than I normally live anywhere, so it's time to go. Bored bored bored.

Louie Latest

Louie has bitten me twice. Luckily I kept the receipt......

Louie

More of a tote, than a handbag dog! But here he is.

Double Date

Sat outside having an 'oh my god have I really got to spend all evening in your company' drink with my lawyer date, and who walks over to us..? Dislikey and his bird-of-the week.
A character straight out of 'Big Momma's House', the Jennifer Hudson, pre-baby diet, lookalikey was apparently best buddies with my date. Oh how I loved watching the 3 of them squirming like wriggly worms. Dislikey was smiling/ grimacing/ cringing so hard I could see the plaque on his teeth.
Double date anyone? Nice idea, until I remembered that Dislikey has an 'I'm on the state benefits' budget and the charisma of Steve 'snooker' Davis minus the talent, and that my date was 5'10" going on shorter than me with my heels on - ie a 5' 6" stunt-muffin, and that Big Momma would probably use me as a toothpick after she'd eaten her soup, starter, antipasti, fish course, main, dessert, cheeseboard, whippy  liqueur coffees with double cream, choccy mints, and before-bed pork pie snack