I already have a sore throat from practically screaming at random things. I don't suppose it'll be long before I'm yelling at inanimate objects. Yeah, I'm warning you Mr Toaster. You're next.
"Mum, can I have a Magnum?"
"PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEA---"
"Okay, fine!! Remember to close the freezer properly..."
Honestly. I'm becoming more and more of a pushover by the minute. I suppose soon I'll be letting them sell the house and let them negotiate. I hope that won't happen...
I used to love Summer. When I was a kid, I used to kiss my parents goodbye and skip off to the field up the road and frolic around in the long, daffodil-growing grass in my t-shirts and shorts and sandals. Those were the days.
Nowadays, Summer means 'Hot, but downright wet!". Never a day goes by without rain pouring at least one time per Summer day. I try to arrange days out but have to check the weather forecast before doing so, which is terribly frustrating as I don't even know how to (online, I mean).
This morning I was thinking, "Maybe if I take a break from blogging then my Summer might be a bit better, and less hectic". So I decided to take a fortnight off from blogging. I'll still come on to comment on blogs and such, but not so much post entries.
See you in a fortnight!