pinklet

So, its Sunday morning and i start work at half 9..... but somehow i've managed to be ready an hour early?? Just goes to show, its not always my fault i take a long time to get ready........ sometimes its the influences of another that make me late...

I can't wait til i drop Saturdays, i feel like work is now holding me back, which it shouldn't. They should apprieciate that i choose to work for them, not the other way around!

On a plus note, the Kids continue NOT to wake me in the mornings, I wake up and they are curled up (or stretched out, legs akimbo in Mims case) on my bed. Which is nice.

Down note, i'm as skint as a badgers arse. Which means i'm missing out on fun.... The Presidents of the United States of America Played in Bristol... followed by a set from Harmar Superstar..... So annoyed.

Hobbes has taken to bringing me presents, I mean he always has, I generally wake up with his toy 'shrimpy' (you guessed it, a pink shrimp toy) either next to my head, or by my door. But now they've started to go outside, I get bugs and beetles..... its really cute, and he seems really proud, but the poor little bugs! I have to rescue them! heehee.

Is another move on the cards...

Bugger... still 35mins before i have to leave.....