Caz

emmas:

My Teenager made me snotty Poached Eggs. And Im not sure thats a good idea first thing in the morning. Also how can you Not eat it, when your child made it? He walked from the hob to the table, procariously balancing it on a slotted spoon, then flung it on my plate. Complete with pan water. Right. Gordon Ramsay would have banged him out chef style!

He is now making me watch Jerry Springer. “You-Are-Gay-You-Are-Gay!!” Honestly, why would people do that to themselves? And whats the deal with the fat people pole dancing? I mean, sometimes, I feel I should be right up there with those people, but still…even the audience are taking their clothes off?

Anyhew, I just opened the backdoors to allow the sunshine in, while blasting out the radio dancing around the kitchen, and a spider, landed, yes, landed, Loudly, not softly on me head. And as I looked up to see if the sky was falling in, he was just swinging there!

He was mahousive. I swear to God, I am going to be cocooned in this house. Living near a river has its drawbacks.

At least he made you breakfast… despite it being Sunday morning, and despite the fact that I don’t have to get up because it’s SUNDAY BLOODY MORNING, I still had to get up tp make my daughter dippy eggs before she went to work because:-

1. she can’t make them as good as I do (its an egg dammit… the water boils… you turn the egg-timing hourglass thingy over!!!)
2. if I didn’t get up and make her dippy eggs she would have gone to work without any breakfast
3. she can’t stand the thought of me getting a lay in on a SUNDAY BLOODY MORNING when she has to go out to work….

Despite all that moaaning… I’m glad she got me up because I’m now doing the following:-

1. sitting in the garden
2. wearing shorts & t-shirt
3. listening to Jay-Z
4. getting my suntan on

As for the spider… I’m going to take a picture of the nest/web/cocoon type thing I have found amongst my rolled logs… I don’t know whats in it but I sure as hell don’t want to be around when it emerges…