All Sweetness and Light

stupid ikea were all late so i phoned up to check on them, they asked for my postcode and the line was bad so i had to use the phonetic alphabet thing, like you do. now i know it, twas the only thing apart from how to tie a sheep shank (v useful for shanking sheep) in the sea cadets (don't ask).

but my mind went blank and i found myself saying b for bum... then giggling madly... as she said do you mean b for bravo.

this is still amusing me way too much even now. think i'm coming down with something, all hot and dizzy. and there is a load of flat pack downstairs just calling to me.

but little cat is up and i got to cook dinner and stuff and oh i really feel rubbish.

b for bum. giggle.

little cat has learnt to crawl. yay.

boo.

having to fish things out of his mouth that he's found on the carpet and eaten... yuck. really must hoover more, well actually i guess i don't need to cause he doing it for me!

he was so impressed with himself first time he got forward motion. his toy was just out of he reach, he wobbled up onto hands and knees and wiggled himself forward and grabbed it. then pushed it further away and was off.

no stopping him now which is a bit of a bummer as we still don't have a safe space for him to crawl around.

don't talk to me about bloody plastering. just don't.

so now mr blabber mouth has got me addicted to scrabble on facebook and I'm playing a bunch of games while diving to rescue little cat from new exciting perils and waiting for bloody ikea to deliver blood sofa.

they late.

sofa is new sofa bed to replace the one upstairs that is about a foot too short for me to sleep on. and as little cat is being a pain in the bum about sleeping and i can only guarantee sleep by curling up on sofa with him, it's needed.

but the plastering we don't mention downstairs has filled all available space with crap so the flatpackness is not even gonna fit in the house when it finally does show up.

poo.

back to scrabble.