Plot? Gone awol.

I was beginning to lose heart about having nothing to blog about, but then life happens and you have something to say. Can't promise it's all that exciting but......

My cousin Mandy came to visit today. That's a pretty unusual thing in itself actually. We used to be so very, very close both geographically and mentally. With only 9 months between us we were mates, shared a flat, argued about men, drinking, clothes - but enough of that. She came to visit and we went shopping in Ilkley. We went for lunch. We had a nice time.

She bought boots, Ysabella bought shoes. I'd bought sweet FA. Not fair. So with a grim determination we went into this posh frock shop and I tried on the weird and the wonderful. And decided to buy this weirdly wonderful dress that's a bit like a pair of curtains.

But I'd fannied about too long. My car was locked in the car park. Bollocks, bollocks, bollocks.

Mandy, who had already put her new boots on, changed back to her old boots and climbed over the locked gate (which made me laugh until I nearly wet myself) and put a note on my car.

This is why I had to move away from her cos we're not to be trusted together.

Ysabella was fuming. Mandy laughed. I laughed.

And Jonathan was a right miserable old sod about the whole thing.