Ish. In theory. Sometime in the next couple of months. We hope.
And, to celebrate yon warm sunny season, I've been bikini hunting.
At least, bikini hunting in the sense that I know I need a new one and, as a result, am avoiding anything that even remotely resembles something you go near a pool in.
It seems that what I really need is something that starts around the shoulder area and finishes around ... well, realistically, my toes. Bikini shopping is a bit like jeans shopping, except there is no nice great expanse of demin to suck in all your wobbly bits, should you find a nice great expanse of demin that you can actually fit more than your big toe in.
Bollocks to bikinis.
2 comments:
hee hee, you wrote demin, instead of denim . . . for someone who admits to being pedantic about typos that is classic.
made my night - ta!
now i go feed the voracious beast maquerading as your niece.
xxx
Erm ...
Woops.
At least I've been spell-checking ever since ...?
(Also, my hideous embarrassment was tempered somewhat by your spelling 'masquerading' wrong .. hehe. Although you didn't do a ranty blog post about typos, but still! Hehe)
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