If you're wondering what the hell that is, then you're thinking the same thing that I was when I discovered it atop my lounge cabinets. I swear I've never seen it before in my life, and yet it's collected enough dust to suggest it hasn't been moved once in the nine years we've been living in this house. Maybe we really do have a ghost.
Past couple of days have been hectic; I had my final pole session at Pole Position (for a while, at least), as with my return to the glorious Manchester comes my return to my beloved Rock and Pole. I managed some cool stuff, which I have pictures of, but my camera is being stubborn and refuses to connect to my laptop. The only photos I can access are my phone pictures. Hence the cow statue.
That evening I undid any good the excersise may have done to my body by consuming a vast amount of chinese food. I have no regrets.
Today, I transformed back into a six year old and went to Legoland with seven other giant children (otherwise known as my friends). Reece and David span the teacups so hard I felt like I'd been playing ring of fire with straight tequila, and Spoh (who organised the whole event) got her head stuck in a lion. I bought myself a new set of kitchen scales. They look something like this:
I am now off to the casino, where I shall spend money and hopefully win some back. Wish me luck!
There's a Legoland in England?
ReplyDeleteYeah. We had one before you Americans did :P
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