Do you know that girl? Goodness, give her a tonic and tell her to have a good lie down.
Sorry for the whingy woman that has been invading my body of late, ladies (and gents) - she is far too concerned with the things that get her down to bother to notice the things that get her up.
Well, except for the things that get her up in the morning, that is.
I arrived at Granite Glen safely, and as soon as I kick Bush Babe off her computer I will start "mustering".
In the interim, I thought I had best let you know I have had a little more sleep, done a little more cash massaging, had a few more cuddles from V (4 more sleeps, honey) and am a much chirpier bird than I was last post.
Thank you so much for your nice words.
Anyhow - I have just noticed that I am up to post two hundred and ninety-nine.
There is a tradition that on your 100th post you are meant to do a 100 things post - now, I did not do this - and I will not do a 300 things about me because, really, you have put up with enough of my belly-button fluff and I don't know how far we will have to mine to find 30 things, let alone that many.
Instead, its up to you.
What do you want to know?
What do you want me to do for my 300th?
Do you want poems, pictures or more pathetic excuses of why I cannot enjoy Paradise to its utmost?
Perhaps I could cook you dinner, take you shopping or give you html tips - your call.