Another review, but they seem to get ruder, oh well, if someone doesn’t know that I is always written in capital, how can you take them seriously? That’s only me having a rant. That’s what I like about a blog. We can put within reason what we like, and nobody is going to say, ‘not suitable, or wouldn’t hold the readers interest.’ Maybe it’s just me, to quote Miranda. Our daughter is reading her autobiography and I love to see her giggling out loud on every page, and she says. ‘Oh she’s just like me’ Well, maybe it’s just me, but I thought the stories were funny. Everyone’s idea of funny is different, that’s the thing.
The daffodils were from last year. We’re selling lots of things from the shop now, and everyone is asking things like, ‘what will you do? Where will you go? Thing is, we don’t know ourselves yet, but they look at us like we’re crazy when we tell them that. No point in worrying though. Something will turn up.
Whoopee, I’ve just seen that Miranda has had a crappy review as well. So it’s not just me. Glad about that.
We have a thing called the Ball Game on Pancake Day in our town. It’s crazy. The shop windows get boarded up, and a game of footie goes on from one end of the town to the other. Mostly it’s teams from the pubs who kick it up and down, then the one who has it at the end wins money and the kudos of ‘having the ball.’ Our shop is on the estate, so it doesn’t affect us. It hasn’t been known to go there yet.