the glamour of it all

I am up late and relishing the opportunity to actually read blogs properly and not just driveby comment. I have been idly speculating about my life as a lady of leisure. I am too old, educated, British and classy to be Paris Hilton, but I certainly want her ability to spend time just doing whatever comes into her pretty head. As I was dreaming about this fabulous lifestyle, I glanced down and saw the note I had written Mr McMuffin earlier. It said: Please take bin bag out tomorrow. Slinky did big, slimy poo in bathroom. His stomach is not right.. Burst my bubble, that's for sure.