Bit of a dilemma this morning.
Made a cup of tea for me and K. Only three biscuits (the best ones - Sainsbury's Best chocolate chip and hazelnut ... worth going to sainsbury's even if only for those ... Fecking lovely).
I offered two to K, but she declined, and said I could have two and she'd have one.
Odd, I thought, but obviously with 2 biccies on the go, I didn't think to long about it.
10 minutes later I walk back into the living room. Beside her is the wrapper for a bubbles dairy milk thing.
Empty.
And it wasn't there before the biscuit discussion.
And I wasn't offered a piece.
Evil, evil woman.
K was taking little A for a walk yesterday, walked out the house and 50yds down the street, and had to walk between a posse of 6 or 7 teenagers, who were obviously bored. First they tried to jump on the back of a van touting English colours, along with various colourful epithets, who was doing a u-turn on the corner, and then when he drove off ("He's too scared to stop!"... more likely just couldn't be bothered), they decided to crowd K and said they'd happy slap little A and take the photo.
Silly little boys.
K let rip. I've seen her in full flow. There's a phrase from the Norse Viking days: 'baer-serk'. Meaning "bear shirt", in the believe that these particular warriors were possessed by the spirit of the bear as they went into battle. K comes from their bloodline, I'm sure.
She scared them off.
But wo fucking betide them if we see them on the street again.
And this is in J'Hill. What the fuck? We lived for 2 years round the corner on the Cross, with no problems, where at least people had the common sense to not cause any aggro with strangers, as they never knew if you were madder than them! But no... put some kids in J'Hill and they think everyone's a nice little PC, never-say-boo, turn-the-other-way scaredy cat.
Exit outlook if you've got it open.
Edit properties on your shortcut for Outlook.
Add a space followed by /nopreview to the end of it.
Save the shortcut.
Click on it to start Outlook.
Hey presto! - no fecking damned annoying and virus-helping reading pane!
I loved it.
Billy Piper got taken over by an alien (basically a human that's had so much plastic surgery over hundreds/thousands of years, that she's a piece of skin with 2 eyes and a mouth stretched over a frame).
Of course, the alien quite liked having curves, so Billy was all sultry and one-more-button-undone-on-her-blouse and hip-swinging and finger-lickin' curvacious.
Yum.
Maybe one day I'll even say "double yummy" ... when I'm able to also stop an image of Chris Evans popping into my head!
Here's something to warm the cockles of your heart:
6000 bikers convened in Kelvingrove Park on Sunday, many with bunny's ears attached to the top of their Hell's Angels helmets, to deliver easter eggs to the sick kids (and family, and staff, and 5000 other people that deserver a free easter egg), out of the goodness of their hearts.
Given that there were 6000 of them, it took a while for them to do the drive-by, and many of them were sat in a queue, waiting for a LONG time, on a sunday morning, on bank-holiday weekend, and had come from fecking miles away to do so.
God bless 'em.
It's enough to restore my faith in humanity.
