I tried, but I failed

I have tried to blog recently, I really have. Typed loads of boring crap in, clicked to post it, and then nothing happened.

I've told you about my cupboardy thing still not arriving, but getting £80.00 of Next vouchers (now due 20th May - not holding my breath.)

I've told you about going to see about having a tummy tuck (booked in for 15th September - my mum's crapping herself already.)

I've told you all about the delicious wines I've been trying (mostly Marlborough Sauvignon Blancs - but the odd rose thrown in.)

And I've told you about my absolutely beautiful new boots (weird pinky pretend snakeskin - and oh so lovely.)

And what was the point? Well, none, apparently.

So what shall I tell you now that may, or may not, disappear?

Well, I got drunk (what a surprise) on Saturday night and ended up bringing the landlady's dog (well, bitch) home with me. Hmmm. She knew about it (the landlady) and she seemed more than happy to come with me (the bitch) but when I returned her the next afternoon the bar manager asked me where the other dog was. This freaked me out a bit because I knew I had been drunk but could really only remember taking one with me. Anyway the other dog turned up with the landlady a few hours later. Please don't ask why I took her home with me in the first place.

I am still enjoying not working, but reckon another few weeks and I'll be bored stiff, so if anyone has a fabulous job for me, do please let me know. As you can see, I really do now need to get a life again.

Oh, and I'm still eating that bloody cheese.