Life In The Bungalow

There certainly is.
Now I'm back online, back entwined in the interweb, back to where no holds are barred I will, you'll be pleased to hear be having a hoot a hoot from this day on.
God. It was awful. Awful to the point of distress. My lost connectivity costing me dear.
Not being able to rattle on about super-buys, super food and super boys sent my emotions swirling around like grubby dish water heading for the plughole.
To save my brain, I jotted down thoughts ideas and catastrophe in a red spiral bound notebook, but it wasn't the same as banging keys.
And so after several attempts we, that's Mr H and me good self finally got back online with the help of Jazzywangawoowoo a girl from Scotland sat in a call centre in Wales.

I am now firm in my opinion that blogging IS INDEED EXCELLENT in helping one deal with Life.
And my life at the moment needs help.
Mother continues to improve.
Her decimation of a bowl of chocolate trifle proving to me that BOGOF Cancers don't stand a chance when confronted by heaps of daughterly attention and sweet treats
Me on the other hand feel like burying my head in the nearest man's lap.

Other News>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

I see Andy Murray won something. Maybe now he'll marry his very patient girlfriend. Well done girly.
Roy Hodgson. LOL. This is what happens Woy when you take on the worst job in football. I don't know if I can do another World Cup qualifying thing. I'm wondering if Woy wonders that too.
The X Factor is cruel and great.

More tomorrow.
Good eh!