Normally, I'd hesitate to rave about a product endorsed by Ainsley Harriot, but, damn that Fairy spray shit is good.
Yours,
a very domestic moth.

Spoke via the sms to mein host this evening. Hiya, mikey! Nice talking to you. Sorry about the pony.

Oh, hello there. I'm sorry, I.. Wasn't expecting company. I must look a fright.. really, if I'd known, I would've... put some clothes on.

I'm bored of the internet. Let's all write letters instead!

I thought they'd come for me, just then. There I was, brazenly reading No Logo in McDonald's when an employee strolled up. "that book" he said, pointing to the severe black cover. "What is it? It's a bestseller, is it a story?" Eeek! I thought. It's the MaccyD's Thought Police! "Uh.. no.. it's about how global corporations are.." THINK OF SOMETHING NON-CONTROVERSIAL! "... selling brands instead of products... Like Nike. Or Virgin." Or McDonald's, heh heh.. "Oh, yes, Richard Branson is just labelling everything and selling.." "Yes, yes, that's it.." "I think I'll get that for a friend." And, with my effusive "It's very good"s ringing in his ears, off he strolled again.

Random.

Pffff. Nope.

I said a while ago that I had lots to say, didn't I? Then I just plain clammed up. Sorry.

Damn, wasn't it cold last week? Ice and snow and stuff. Makes a change from blistering heat, which was what was going on when I last posted, I think. Yeah. I was talking about short trousers, wasn't I?

I shall take a bath this week. I shower every other day. Want a bath. With bubbles.