show us yer badger...again
started the day by texting steve the decorator 'could you get 50 (clothes) hangers from asda if they're cheap? thanks baby xx'
which he thought was 'a bit fresh'.
text was meant for mrs.perou, of course.
another long day in office, retouching.
yesterday was 'temper trap', today was clowns.
finished 27 of 55 on my own.
(frances sloped off early back to london town, by train).
it's either pregnant, just fat or full of 'been-dead-a-while' gas.
i like badgers.
always sad to see them deaded.
had a break from the retouching to fit another clothes rail.
also threw out some stuff from the cellar and had a bonfire.
have moved 3 boxes of old dolls towards the skip but haven't quite come to terms with saying goodbye to my collection.
2 were rescued immediately and now live in office.
also took 10 minutes out to get a blood test at the local surgery.
testing blood to see if i've got chickenpox antibodies so i can know if i need to avoid all children with the pox (including my own IF they get it) or not.
the nurse who took my blood had 'phlebologist' written on her door.
i asked her if she studied 'phlegm'.
she said, 'no: phlebology is the study of veins'
doh.
frances came out of the house at lunchtime to find z with his trousers down, bouncing on a space hopper.
when she laughed at him, he looked embarrassed.
later mrs.perou also found him outside with his trousers down having just finished bouncing on the space hopper.
'why are your trousers down z?', said mrs.perou.
he didn't answer.
'have you just had a wee?', said mrs.perou
'no', said z.
'well what are you doing then?', asked mrs.perou.
'i was just having some fun', said z.
like father like son we say.
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