As you can see, my methods of procrastination have no limits.... I cannot tell a lie, I have spent the majority of today on a faffing expedition of mammoth proportions.
Hence yet another new blog design.
But the other one was taking so long to load that even I was bored waiting.
So faffcrastination was the order of the day, of course, when I wasn't working out the UK/USA time difference and fretting over The Girl's blog from New York where she tells the world and her mother that she nearly drowned yesterday... I KNOW!
the Husband returns from a 'quick job' (that's carpentry, not any other kind of 'job... well, none that I'm aware of... see... extreme digression... aka faffing...) with stitches on a split upper lip...
I mean, don't bother letting me know you're in A&E darling; no, no I'm quite happy lying here in bed reading my book and scoffing Philly-covered bagels whilst you're having your bloody top lip stitched.
Talk about stiff uppers...!
Talk about weepy!
Actually, let's not.
It's just a good job I'm on some medication that's all I can say.