Flatulance...
Two whole days stuck in the studio on my own...and why? They say all the scrummy cakes and food my lovely laydees are sending me, are giving me the bottom burps...
Shevali and nicey nicey goody two shoes birdy Verdi spent all day Monday in Shropshire...pretty sure I saw one of my fans dancing behind the weather round up...ummmm...but those girls sure were laughing...
Then yesterday Verdi Birdy spent the day at the motor show...it just isn't fair..
Still it gave me time to work on my latest knit one pearl one...take a look at this little beauty..
This is particularly useful for fast track professionals like myself...handy for my lip gloss, hair tongs and of course those delicious delicasies my laydees keep sending in.
Which reminds me, a massive thanks to Doreen from Tipton who's Shangrila Sexgod Tart - great use of fresh cream and banana btw
I'm going to have stern words with the editor today...this current office banter about my alleged (journalists fave word) flatulance is really below the belt...those nice sports boys don't seem to mind...still I've been in their dressing room, not a pretty sight...however the camera crew really should stop wearing those ridiculous masks...
Righty O laydees I'm off to open a Chiropodists Coffee Morning in Coventry this morning...no corny
Byesee laydees


as you can see the only thing that's changed is my hair colour...blame the sun as I'm always out watching cricket...teehee ( 




