June already.
Blazing June, apparently. Theres been a few nice days but last night the thunder and lightning was amazing. Fork and sheet at the same time.
That makes me smile. Fork and sheet, forking sheet, f*cking sh*t!!!
I really think someones popping drugs in my cocoa!
Since my last blog, I've been on holiday to France. Had such a wonderful time with my lovely, lovely friend Annette and Colin the Clown.
She and i are like 2 peas in a pod but I'm the attractive one!!!
Colin makes me laugh so much.
So a good week was had, but i ate too much, so back on the diet.
Did loads of things apart from eating. Had BBQ's (oh thats still eating), i drank copious amounts of Prosecco (still sort of eating), went to different beaches where Colin fished, you should have seen the one that got away, and Annette and i collected shells and threw the ball for Finn the dog from Finistere. I cuddled Ziggy the cat, and held the week old chick, Chalky White.
An idyllic lifestyle they have and I'm envious.
But boy, the following week....... fatigue arrived.
Im not worried about the fatigue. It just is an excuse to put my feet up and try and get through the copious amount of recordings on the tv.
Last weekend was Rock Choirs 10th anniversary and we celebrated at the NEC - Genting Arena.
Why call it the Genting Arena, i wonder? It reminds me of the words cottaging, hustling or cruising. There's the drugs again!!!
Had a magnificent day.
And again, fatigue. Its amazing how you do too much and then you're out of the race for a bit.
