....to this blogging caper.
Still takes several go's to get to the bit where I can type in my bit.
Still worried about coming over as a pretentious tw@ who cant spell.
Using this as an excuse not to do things like cleaning, shopping - thats the messages, not retail therapy type shopping, sorting out the mail - I really need to find the reminder for my road tax I've misplaced - it was up at the end of February and I really need to pay the bloody thing!
I've a static caravan at Prestwick that really needs to be gutted, the plan is to move down there for the summer and commute so the flat can get done up to sell for something better, out of Glasgow - but due to severe weather, back problems, cant-be-arsedness, still needs gutted - but at least I've got rid of the mice. (3 fucking cats, 2 of whom are brilliant mousers and I still get fucking mice).
Bugger that...
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