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Bad news could not get the contacts into my eye. I am a spas. I am going back on Friday for another lesson.

Also my birthday parcel arrived from dad today. Tim Tam’s galore.

blind as a bat

On Monday I had my eyes tested and the optician said I need to wear glasses or contact lenses every day. Like a geek. I am way too cool to wear glasses all the time.

I’m going to give you a few days for that to soak in.

And leave you with this final thought my mum sent me a postcard from China and it arrived today. With no stamp. I want you to ask yourself two questions how? and why?

cheer up NZ

All blacks lost, no words can convey.

Here’s something to cheer you up.

Jamie doing the running man while singing 'it’s getting hot in here' with Mike as the MC. Just imagine it in your mind and you will smile to yourself and possibly even laugh until you cry, like I did.

Let me help you along ‘It’s getting hot in here, so take off all your clothes.’

Whose baby is this?

No not mine but my big sister nicole is having a little baby. (see photographic evidence above) It is 6 cms long and has feet (again see above) it also has hands, a heart and a nasal passage. So good news all around.
I had a dream it was a boy but I really want a girl. Haven't asked Nikki what she wants. Jamie also thinks it is a boy.

So on April 14th approximately I will be an Aunite. Technically i am already an Auntie, just the auntie of a foetus. (Again see above)
xxxx

yet more slags out on the turps

Another month, another girls night.
This time we went to Guilty pleasures (http://www.guiltypleasures.co.uk) in camden and dressed up in Bugsy Malone style and with too many mojitos we made our mark in Camden.

You know when you are out and dancing and singing really loudly and having a good time and suddenly you look around and everyone is staring at you? Yeah that was us on Saturday. Except we where having such a good time I was staring at us thinking 'Who are those dicks?' and it was us and we loved it.

xxx

Muzza's new tank

Murray's last tank got all murky and gross so we splashed out and got him a brand new home. Which I carried home all the way on the bus (this is how much I love Murray) he loves it. He swims up and down the tank like a goldfish on crack.
He especially like looking at himself in the mirror, just like his mama. Below are pictures.

Murray, up close and personal. He is actually bigger than this in real life (not like Tom Cruise) and more handsome ( not like Tom Cruise)

Murray in his new tank, on the way to his favourite corner.

Bad news for drea

Oh my god!
I looked at my skin today under a camera microscope (that I am pretty sure the devil invented) that showed my skin close up and it was not good, not good at all.
I have permanent sun damage; close up my skin looks like the back of an old alcoholics hand after he has accidentally burnt himself after passing out drunk while trying to cook baked beans.
That’s how bad my skin is, it is bad.

I had good moisture content and elasciticiy. Though when facing down the barrel of looking like perma-orange Valentino, (see picture below) this is little consolation.

Valentino or me in five years time if I am not careful.