Maybe you think I’m exaggerating about that last bit, but let me assure you I’m not. Death by ladder is a fate I face every day.
Due to the fact that I climb ladders.
And I’m mortally afraid of falling.
And I get the leg jiggles every time I’m high up a ladder.
But don’t tell the boss. He doesn’t know I’m a wimpy chicken.
Anyhoo, as I was saying, I’m still alive and as we speak I have a couple of riveting posts on the boil.
Or is it in the pot?
Or simmering on the stove?
What I’m trying to say is don’t give me up for dead until I’ve told you about my home renovations, my instect stalkers, and my two weeks as a school teacher (my said pupil being the little guy currently shooting at you with his connectable pen pea shooter). My posts are coming. Promise with crispy M&M’s on top!
By the way, have you ever tried those crispy M&M’s?
Don’t. They’re totally gross. My brother would have you think they’re delicious, but my brother’s a fibber. Don’t believe a word. Just thinking about them makes me shudder.
Love you all,
xx The Girl In Trousers