Holy Snapping Duck Do! I just returned from my daily swim on the beautiful Fijian beach and realised I have not updated this since long before Shakespeare wast a boy… You would not believe that my hands were chopped off and I was waiting for bionic ones. Apologies to my regular readers! Even the little blue ones!
I am lost in a sea of pseudo-olde-english with keeping up with my favourite daytime soaps, choosing my retirement village, just generally being a biatch to anyone unfortunate to cross my path, my day is a magical flight from the second I am woken by murderous Teletubbies to I run out of alcohol. I am plotting and planning. I need a nap.
I swear on the bones of my ancestors to send a missive out on the wire, post-haste. Until I need your shoulder to cry on. The Piccaninnies say I have to!