I have the greatest friends in the world. Last night my very bezziest bezzie Annie Pies walked for eight and a bit hours around London taking part in Shine in aid of Cancer Research. She and her mum walked a marathon’s worth of walking. THATS AN INSANE DISTANCE TO COVER PEOPLE.
It’s an amazing thing to do, she’s basically not going to be able to move now for several days because I imagine her legs will fall off. But the most amazing thing about it is that she was doing this fantastic thing especially for me and my family, and the memory of my mum.
We lost my mum nearly two years ago to pancreatic cancer, and through the whole thing Annie was there being awesome, ferrying me around wherever I needed to go, and being simply the most supportive, selfless human I have even encountered. And now she’s gone and done this incredible thing too! I love you my Pies, and I appreciate everything you have done and continue to do to make my life fantastic. I am very lucky to have you as my best friend.
Right. Anne’s amazing, I’ve told you that. You should think so too, and to show how amazing you think Anne is, you can help her out by going here and donating to her fundraising page. She’s already done the freaking hard part, so you know your money is well recieved. Every penny she collects is going towards research in pancreatic cancer, so help us out and see what you can spare. Her goal is £200, and it would be amazing if we could top that and carry on going.
so
http://www.sponsormetoshine.org/anniepies
http://www.sponsormetoshine.org/anniepies
http://www.sponsormetoshine.org/anniepies
You’ll have my eternal thanks, just like Annie does.
This happened on Saturday, but I didn’t have a chance to do one then and today I’m off sick from work (stupid belly) and have no excuses except for feeling rubbish.
Congratulations to my bezzie Tweed and his new wifey, Steph. It was an awesome wedding and you both looked amazing, contrary to what I have made you look like in this post.
LOVE x
Seriously. It was there one moment and gone the next. THIS IS NOT GOOD ENOUGH TUMBLR. I BET IT HAD SOMETHING TO DO WITH THE MASSIVE JPEG I TRIED TO PUT INTO THE COMMENT BOX.
Anyway, for those of you who cared, the spider comment went something like this:
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but then I didn’t really have Sting or the Light of Elendil with me when I walked into the front room this morning and met this guy. I’m not kidding. The beast is big enough to eat Leonard. He’s wily too.. he stayed out of my reach (not that he’s small enough to fit under the pint glass I gignerly brought in with me to get him).
He’s now made himself his own Shelob’s Lair behind the sensor in the living room. Which is right above the door. Probably getting himself ready for leaping onto my head. Or worse, pulling me up there with him.
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That was totally worth another post shutup.
(Note: Cigarette and sunglasses added for dramatic effect)
So I’m on the bus on my way home. Picture it if you will… It’s a double decker, and it’s currently in the middle of nowhere. We’re driving past some cottages down one of those very tight, very windy country roads. In a double decker. I can’t stress that enough. There aren’t any lines painted on the road, and on the left there’s one of those troughs that houses a little stream that are so common in this part of the world. We round a corner, and there, at the side of the road, next to this stream, is a big white farm duck, just preening and minding his own business. We approach, and the duck looks up at us. He doesn’t move. He doesn’t even flinch. And we’re driving past him in a mother-fucking double decker bus not five inches from his beaky face. The bus driver actually had to swerve a little bit to avoid him. As far as I’m aware, he’s still sitting there. Probably asking foxes and badgers if they ‘fucking want some’.
I bet if there were an explosion, he wouldn’t even look at it.
Bonus picture of Leonard making himself big.
He thinks that making his tail ridiculously bushy and arching his back tricks us into thinking he’s huge and scary. What actually happens is that we crack up at him hopping towards us with a huge bottle brush tail.
This happened yesterday, today the weather was rather mild again.
But yesterday. Oh my gracious. Hello the wind and the rain, you are what makes it autumn.
I was literally walking blind on my way to work because there was so much hair being blown in front of my face (It was all mine).
I wore boots and socks for the first time since April. I knew painting my toenails again would be tempting fate.
Dude, how much do you love curry? ;)
Well. This works better in the preview than in the actual blog. You get the idea. I FREAKING LOVE CURRY C-DIZZLE!
I wish I could say that this is a bit of an exaggeration. I truly do.
Whoever thought it was a good idea to give me shears was I think the same person who thought I could maintain a garden to an acceptible level.
It was me. Idiot. BYE BYE WILDLIFE I AM ABOUT TO DESTROY YOUR HABITAT
Edit: I am mostly covered in seeds, scratches and puncture wounds. Who the fuck plants climing roses EVERYWHERE in their garden?
