No cards for me though, the tight bastards. Tried the fake limp halfway round the walk today as I thought that she might relent and pop into the paper shop to get me some sort of token gesture on the way back, but no, balls all. To show my displeasure decided to stop for a large bowel movement right outside the Post Office. They don't call me a Border Terrorist for nothing.
You couldn't make it up could you. I spent much of the weekend dozing on the sofa watching telly. Glastonbury was on, although sad to say there was no Snoop Dog, Bone Jovi or any other canine related artists. The big news seemed to be the lack of female headliners and now we know why as one scored a spectacular own goal. She missed her slot cos she was doing her hair. It takes ages she said. Why NOT start doing your hair well before your show time. Aaagh no where's my handbag I've left it in the car, I've got to back to fetch it.