There were local council men cutting all the old peoples gardens on those ride along lawn mower mobile contraptions. One of them were looking over the fence into the garden as I was pegging out my ginormous undesirable bridget jones type the size of a table cloth knickers. He looked at the knickers, he looked at me, I looked at him. I went crimson, he smiled. Awkward. So then I just had to continue pegging out the washing on the line while he continued to watch. I stalked into the house embarrassed. To find the washing machine is now broken and leaking water.... big knickers swiftly forgotten.
Drama in the house... my brother is taking his driving test today and was rushing round in a blind panic snapping at everyone because hes misplaced his forms and license.
I am a temple of calm. CALM. Though amazon and the bank are gonna get a mouthful from me later. But thats another angry story and I am a temple of calm who is going to go exercise and shower and be calm.