As mentioned yesterday, the Polly household has been a hive of activity. The ‘new suite of doom’ is due to be delivered tomorrow by the furniture company of the three randomly chosen letters.
We finished the titivating. I say ‘we’ but I am a) hopeless with a paint brush and b) Mrs P is much better at these things. That’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it. Read more ›››
It’s been rather an expensive 24 hours. I got home last night to find that Mrs P had been to ABC or XYZ or whatever the furniture company is called to order the new sofa I was blathering on about last week. Should arrive the week before Christmas which must mean that the wood they’ll use is still a tree and the wool growing on the sheep. Read more ›››
When I say “I’m going to the shops” what I actually mean is that there is something specific that I want to buy. I get in the car, drive to whichever shop sells what I want, buy it and come home again.
When Mrs and Miss P say the same thing, they mean that they’re about to disappear for several hours to meander around the shops until they spot something they want even though they didn’t realise it until then. Read more ›››