Well I have finally made it. Hmmm, I shouldn’t count my chickens I suppose (hang on, I don’t have any so does that mean I HAVE counted them or I haven’t, answers on a postcard to the usual address). I had a call this morning from a reporter from the Mercury, re an email I sent them last night (long story, won’t bore you with the details). But now they want to use my quotes as part of a main story about the said happening. Watch Friday’s edition for my pithy quotes (one chicken, two chicken).

Boy has it been stonkingly hot out there today. I had melted at one point but a bottle of cherry coke soon brought me back from the brink of total meltdown and i was able to carry on. Oh and getting my lovely lily white legs out in a pair of fetching shorts did the job too, despite the usual jokes about two bits of string hanging from them.

I think my chilli plant has had it . It is looking rather forlorn and brown despite the correct conditions and watering schedule. Still got green bits and red chillis on it but, well, not much. Have to create a large curry and use them in that I guess lol.

Time to lie back and enjoy sitting here in the sun (damn no sarcasticly raised eyebrow smiley. How am I supposed to put forward my hatred of hot weather, especially with the sun pouring in and my nuts sweating.??).

Ladies and Gentlemen, Fluffy Bunny has now… left the building.

Less of a late news item, more of a interesting thought. In the programme I was watching, someone got blown up by an IRA bomb (this was 1982 I think) and he was described as a “Bomb Disposal Expert”. Now wait a moment. If he was blown up by the device then he couldn’t have been very expert right.? More to the point are you telling me that there are “Bomb Disposal Amateurs” going around the country with little books from Ladybird called “My First Defusing Mission”, or would the amateur versions be slightly over hairy 45 year old mother of three’s from Hertfordshire called Cindy, defusing things wearing only a slight hint of cotton and a whiff of a bra, holding a pair of pliers sexily between her teeth while dripping batter onto the detonator from what can only be described as a fanny like a plumbers tool bag.?

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