NINETY- EIGHT (!!!!!!!) books sold this last week, which has been fabulous FANDABIDOSY!!!!!
If I could have a short motorway built from my home to the post office, (for my use only of course), that would be the icing on the cake. The motorway can be taken away next Tuesday evening, when the 'Sale of my Bargain Books ends'. (Look at this post if you're curious as to what I'm on about).
The post office is actually a five minute walk away, (or ten minutes if I'm dodging in-and-out of holidaying relaxed mooching bodies), and that five minutes always feels way too long for my hurrying toots. And why are there so many cars stopping me from crossing the road? They turn up in a long line just as I want to cross to the other side.
"A motorway for my use only" would solve all the irritations of having to navigate crowded pavements and busy traffic.
How many of you would like a 'special motorway' for your own exclusive use?!
I've suddenly realized I need a gardener too. And a secretary. And a chef on demand. And a tidy-upperer, lets just call that a house keeper, who makes beds, and does the laundry and deals with dirty dishes.
Either that, or I have to move to a flat with no garden, above the post office, next to a restaurant and laundry, with butler or house keeper supplied, who also doubles as a secretary.
Oh, and I need to win the lottery to fund all this.
It would help if I bought a lottery ticket wouldn't it?
I'd better go and make myself a cup of tea hadn't I? And get back to work and reality. I'll try and do a blog post on Friday, I really will, especially if there are suddenly 48 hours in the day, rather than the usual meagre 24. Cheerio. Love Vanessa xxx