Morning to you. Why do Irish showjumping jockeys think using a banned substance on their horses is okay? And then get so very angry when they're disqualified for using said substance?? So very very stupid. Anyway. I will be away from my desk for the next few days doin' stuff. With any luck we might get a few nice days weather wise. Live long and prosper.*
I'm a bouncy, opinionated, messy haired marathon running (!) bibliophile. I wear high heels and have delightful ankles. I'm a devoted drinker. I want a French Bulldog puppy whom I shall call Batman and dress in capes on occasion.
I would also like a pug, whom I shall name Mister Woo. He can remain capeless, but I will make sure he wears a diamante collar at all times.
Both dogs will submit to repeated snorgling and high pitched squeals that only a dolphin would normally tolerate.
I hate Reiki/psychics/mystics/frauds with all my liver. Also, I'm firmly against Jazz and poetry/poems/pomes/ peoms or any of that stuff. I believe in the healing power of ginger.