I can be relied on to have a theory about everything.
It's never bunnies.
Usually it's Rupert Graves, in the nude.
The year is 3000, my great great great grand daughter isn’t fine at all and freddos are £4 each
i dont know whats happening in this post
Today? Drizzle cancelling the one plan we all had, mowing the damn lawn.
I have just had to take a photo to explain to my mother what butter is.
WTF? She’s the one that grew up without the concept of low-fat straight-from-the-fridge spreads FFS!
This weekend I have been left home alone, and have therefore mostly been eating toast.
I went shopping for myself, on my own, which doesn’t often happen. I spotted some honest-to-goodness real farmhouse butter, so I got it. The others would have some sort of low-fat spread, and I don’t generally bother with the stuff at all, because I hate it all in its solid form, but hot toast with real melted butter? OMNOMNOM.
reading a foreign language: yeah
writing in a foreign language: ok
listening to a foreign language: wait
speaking in a foreign language: fuck
However today I’ve been doing Spanish because it’s easier than my english course.
I want a rewrite of Jeeves and Wooster where everyone is bisexual and there’s no stigma. Can you imagine the sheer number of accidental engagements?
When Bertie and Jeeves finally get married it’s because, well, duh, but it’s also to make sure that Bertie doesn’t accidentally get engaged to Gussie Fink-Nottle again.
…that could be glorious