This is Jane, known to readers on that Twitter as @RoombaQueen, and to the rest of you as "Oh, you poor thing".
As from the end of this month, we will be officially living together in a ground floor flat with a grumpy old Jack Russell terrier called Snowy.
We call this state of affairs "Doing a live" (rhymes with 'sieve').
We hope to be doing a live for many years to come.
Let's hear it for Doing a Live!
23 comments:
First to say woohoo!
@RoombaQueen You have read this blog haven't you? You have! Oh you poor thing! Best of luck :-)
Is there no end to man and womankinds madness? Apparently not. ENJOY.
Ground floor flat, eh? Does this mean you have a garden? And a shed?
Yes, there is a shed. There has been full disclosure on the subject of sheds so I *think* I know what I'm letting myself in for...
Just make sure there's a bucket and a roll of paper towel and you'll be fine. Oh, and if he ever suggests growing your own tomatoes...
He gave me some deliciously earthy homegrown tomatoes to try just a few days ago actually! Why are you all looking at me like that?
Because it's not the right season for tomatoes.
Nothing could possibly go wrong now...
You want to ask him how he grew some home grown earthy tomatoes when he lived in a first floor flat!
To Scary: Congratulations!
To Jane: You brave, brave girl...
The best of everything to you both!
Make sure there is an ample supply of Tesco carrier bags in the shed. And step away from the tomatoes. Especially the fragrant brown ones.
Ground floor, eh? Burn all the orange boxes outside Iceland, if they have such things. You can't be too careful.
Best wishes to both of you. YES!
Congratulations and fragrant tomatoes to you both!
You poor, poor thing.
Treat her right, Duck, or the peoples of the innerwebs will haunt you for the rest of your days.
BEWARE!
Also, hugs and all that warm, fuzzy shite.
She Jane.
So when are you changing your online alias from ScaryDuck to Tarzan? ;-)
Oh, and congratulations to you both :-)
Run away!! Quickly!! While he's in the shed!
Good luck to both.
Nice one - best of British luck to the both of you.
Out of curiosity - is there a hedge at the front of the flat?
If so I'd steer well clear, lest you discover that some ne'er-do-well has bowked up rich brown vomit into it.
And hide yer hat(s), because in the absence of hedges... let's just say they'll never be the same again.
Oh, you poor thing.
Kim (who has read this here blog for many a year, linked to its craziness often, and wondered still more at the madness if Scary).
As usual I am terribly late to this party, but all the best from over here in Canuckistan.
And, what they said about sheds and hedges and whatnot.
And, what Dawn said about hauntings, she's good at that you know.
And, what Dawn also said about the warm fuzzy shite, at which I am not so good.
Also - Blogger word verification for this comment is PHORD OFFNS. Make of that what you will.
Please tell Jane that finding £15 in the laundry basket and cheese sauce in your hair is, in my humble opinion, WIN/WIN.
I refuse to join Twatter, BTW.
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