sore 20 November 2009
Ah yeah, the body is now beginning to complain about the pilates…worse tomorrow, I should think…
Idiosyncrasies of the flat = smoke alarm still functioning though I thought I had killed it off by removing it (cos it was beeping) from the bedroom – er, NO, still working veh veh well as it went off as I cooked a steak for Himself this evening. A new neighbour says it happens in all the flats all the time…hmmm, another thing to ‘look forward to’…
MAnchester looking lovely in anticipation of Christmas.
Off to Burnley on the morrow to see some football – dear lord let Villa win cos if that doesn’t happen it means I really am always a lucky charm for the home side…and I’ll be excommunicated by the Villains…
