annanotbob's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Better Your roving reporter checking in from a small mobile home in the depths of Hertfordshire. Yep, I stayed the night at Sammie's. I was very tempted to head north and impose myself on the old gas-masher (aka smashthegas)just for a laugh, and was thrilled and flattered to find an invitation to do exactly that when I logged on. But he's a hot young stud (cough) with a girlfriend and I'm a knackered old granny, so best not. Wait till I've got my energy back. I do wonder what this gas-mashing is though. Anyway, I came here just to get away from the other place and have a chance to decide what to do next, with proper internet access. I've gone from one extreme to the other and booked myself into Champneys spa hotel for a weekend break. very swish and lovely, I hope. I'd do a link but Sammie etc are all out and this internet is different and I haven't worked out how to do multiple pages. My only concern is that it's quite upmarket and all my stuff is cheap shit covered in mudh well, I hope to spend most of the weekend in one of those white robes, so perhaps I'll get away with it. It's been lovely seeing Sammie. She's been taking the anti-depressants for a couple of weeks and she's back to herself already - sparky, sharp-tongued and generally the Number 1 girlie she's always been. SUCH a relief. Tony's been great too. He let me sleep in his bed, surrounded by all sorts of football shite. This morning I was woken by a pair of brand-new football boots being pressed in my face for admiration. Hmmph. So now it's time to pack my bags and head for a spot of luxury. Woo ho! 10:09 a.m. - 18/01/2008 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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