I knew it wouldn't last. I felt hideously sick in the night (too much lovely dinner) and couldn't sleep so I went to the spare room to read. Mr Smith had kidnapped the bedside light so I could only lie in the dark willing morning to come. I groped around for my laptop and sent the Lovely Claudia a thank you message for my tulips that read "DFhsutnglsagial, 6xpvwskirnpamvkh akvna0p[';, AAAAA i can touch zype in the bark."
"Occupy London" - I am not a political animal but they've got a point. Bank building empty - people evicted from their homes as unable to make mortgage repayments as unemployed due to financial crisis caused primarily by banks - people move into empty bank building. Squatting by any other name would smell as sweet. Well done with the banner - very good people with keys. Has UBS left the electricity on? If so I'll pop round with a telly and we can all watch Corrie. Nobody lets me see it here. I'll even let that horrid chap who says recession is his favourite thing (Alessio Rastani) have a space on the sofa - well that is what's left of him if he actually turns up for a "session" as it's reported. A bit of advice dear ... We all say stupid things sometimes but then we wish we hadn't. Adopt the "It wasn't me" attitude and lie low for a bit.
Oooh, I just ate a lovely tangerine. It was so sweet and juicy. It's never a tangerine these days is it? I'm probably sounding all radiogram and twinset. Tangerine is a colour. It's satsuma, clementine or mandarine (if tinned). I can imagine my boys saying "Wow, we found some really amazing new satsumas called tangerines."
And now Mr Smith, the dog and I are going to the seaside to check nobody has moved into my unoccupied flat whilst I've been away.
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