Although on my driving license it might say I’m 25, inside of my head I’m 85. At least. Don’t you ever go to bed at 7 with a warm cup of milk with honey? Don’t you ever go to a park or a caf just to people watch? Don’t you ever spend a whole day reading a book instead of sitting in a beer garden with your mates? I do. *hides face* Perhaps I shouldn’t even admit to this, but apart from having habits of a pensioner, I also collect smelly old books, freaky cat memorabilia & furry throws. At least Justin supports my odd whims by collecting board games.
27 July 2014
So I went to a wedding yesterday (I've never been to one before so it was a slightly traumatic experience, but I can assure I am slowly recovering - from both my crying fit over the bride's dress & beauty and the mix of Pimm's, champagne & lager). And apart from it being all lovely & romantic (with a lake full of swans, a 17th century pagoda and a cake bigger than my life), it was also tropically hot. And by tropically I mean I got home, took my dress off & it still looked like it was on because of the ridiculous tan lines. What surprised me though was that even after some 18 hours, my make-up still looked pretty darn good (no word of lie here), even other people complimented me on the personal achievement of keeping my make-up on for so long! Do you want to know how I did it?
25 July 2014
So Cookie's got a cat teepee. And my mum made it just for him. I can't even. Well, she has definitely never made a teepee for me! (Just saying, it's not like I'm jealous or anything, tut tut) Either way, this little spoilt brat absolutely adores his new little den & spends hours and hours running around it like a little native American kitten with a feather behind his ear & a buffalo bone tied to his tail. He jumps on it, claws it, meows at it, sleeps in it, hangs at the teepee doorway or spends an afternoon carrying his toys from the teepee to his shark bed (read about the shark bed here) & back. Our little kitty-pup.