Tuesday, September 9

When the world ends

This song seems appropriate, I think. The video isn't great but you just listen while you read, the lyrics are great and Dave Matthews voice is lickable.

It's tomorrow, apparently. End of the world. We're all doomed. What a pain in the arse!

Obviously the whole humanity dying out thing, but moreso because not only have I just done up the lounge...

Forget No 1 Son and the dog auditioning for Strictly Canine Dancing, check out the skilled wallpapering!

and tarted the bathroom up, but Bing and I built a home office for his solitude (and my sanity).

Yeah, it's a shed. But this was early, it's got wi-fi, electric, a heater and even a kettle now!

So I was looking forward to going back to college next week, you know, for a rest. And I've just finished meticulously planning to scale how to rip up my crappy lawn and create a massive island bed of year round personal floristry supplies. Organic and everything! Bugger you bloody scientists.Bugger blogger too, with your manky formatting that I can't be arsed to fix cos we may all be dead soon anyway and I have a lunch date with my sister in an hour!

It's not all bad though. I've rearranged delivery of the new sofas to wednesday evening. I absolutely refuse to see the world end while I'm in the middle of a Chuckle Brothers "to me - to you" scene.
Oh well...

Delete the following as applicable on thursday:

Goodbye, cruel world!/Well, that was a load of fuss for nothing wasn't it?