Yikesy crikesy!
Poetry is running my life at present, been so engrossed in verse that I even forgot to hoover my employers upstairs rugs! He was not impressed. But I managed to keep my job by making him laugh. Phew!
Anyway back to today, haven't seen any of the Tory party's conference, which for me, is a first, something to do with that ex-public schoolboy Cameron. Can't stand the blighter, too smooth, too perfect and too TORY!
Now onto common stuff.
Love The 'X' Factor so much, I phoned the programme sponsors, the Carphone Warehouse and sung bloody Jingle Bells, they loved it of course and if there's any justice my singing effort will be on screen during the commercial breaks some time near Christmas. It must be my age!
Now listen here, today I'm going to be awfully busy, got to get the cat hairs orf the antimacassars and make some beef thing for tomorrow. No time for me of course, oh no, I'll have to continue deteriorating at an alarming rate, which, for a bighead like me, is so distressing. After all I only have my good looks to fall back on, because me brain is taking longer to start in the morning. And that's a worry.
On the menu today is: Something with bacon or something and a blackcurrant jelly with tinned cream. Oh dear!
Now I must dash to the best place on earth, my imagination.
Cheerio girls and boys...
