Housing market coming off the boil, says BBA: well, let’s hope so. The greed is getting ridiculous.
I’ve gone and got myself an undercut. Neil says, Now you really look like a boy.
It’s like being 15 again, except I don’t have to hide it because of school rules. And I have a lot of grey hair.
Thrilling, my life is.
Before the popularity of Facebook rocketed, I could labour under the illusion that people could spell — generally speaking. No more. What the fuck is ‘greatful’? I’m seeing that abomination in loads of groups. You can’t even pretend that Autocorrect made the mistake, because it isn’t a word.
We made a robot.
I think. Tree identification is not my strong suit — I had to look this up, and I’m still guessing.
Andrea at Lower Shaw Farm introduced us to Alchemilla, or the Lady’s Mantle:
Yeah, that’s not dew, that’s rain. It rained a lot. Anne’s head was drenched by the end of play, and refused to leave until I sat her down and she realised she was cold. Then suddenly she was agreeing with all my suggestions (how many almost two-year olds do that, I ask you). Change your jacket? Okay… Get in the buggy? Okay…! Put rain cover on to keep breeze off? Okay…
So the Liberal Democrats are most likely hoping to form another coalition government in the event of no majority party after next year’s general election. To me, the key information is:
The two parties have until now, tried to keep any contact over a potential future coalition deal secret.
Members of the group insist the dinner, which took place at the Joe Allen restaurant in central London, was an “informal catch up between friends who have known each other for years”.
Well, that’s nice to know that the different parties who are meant to be keeping one another on their toes / in check are old mates.
I picked up a Minion from our local charity toy shop. Anne likes the Minions (who doesn’t?).
But according to her, he is Monty, the main character in Monstersaurus — one of her favourite books of the moment.
I made stromboli.
The most time-consuming bit was making the dough.
We’ve only ever eaten stromboli at a cafe in Edinburgh, so we’ve not got much to compare my version to, but it was okay. At least it looked nice. Heh.
By the road near our flat.