These are the little wooden boats I got at the farmers market at the weekend. One for me and one for Sarah.

Hers is either called "The Yellow Pearl" or "The un-jolly Roger Moore" (she changes her mind.) Mine is "The Chocolate Starfish"

When you get into the lift and stand in front of the buttons, stab madly at the one floor you want and ignore the person behind you who asks you to also press the button above the one you are stabbing like it has done something rotten to your mother. Then igonre the fact that the long beeping sound you can here is the sensor alarm on the door, and fail to notice totally that it is going off because you are stood in front of the buttons with your stupidly large red computer bag thing sticking out and obstructing the doors.

Yes, the lift was going nowhere because YOU are a clueless fuckwit.

Then to make yourself look really clever, run to the other lift and catch that one, as the one you are in is clearly not working just to spite you.

Wanker.

I bet he is on three times what I earn.................

I needs it!

Something salty in my mouth is needed within the next five minutes.

And yes Landers, you can have as much fun with that thought as you like, while I go out for a packet of crisps or something.

Apparently the estate agent has been round and measured up our house, photographed it and done the video camera wotsit for the 360 degree "virtual tour"

Anyone would think it was a site of national interest or something.

So the house will be on the market sometime this week.

I feel a bit odd about that. I don't know why.

Yes, it snowed.

And like every other blogger with a camera I took loads of photos of it. Well there was a forest just up the road so it seemed rude not to. But I will just bore you with this one for now.

Be warned. More may follow this evening. I'd book a table somewhere away from the internet if I was you.

Anyway, so there I was out in the garden with Sarah doing snow type things when I recieved a text from one of our most poetical wordsmiths of blog - "IT DO BIG SNOW!" it said. The whirring sound is Wordsworth spinning in his grave...........

So we went to the farmers market, I purchased two small wooden model ships, complete with all them sails and stuff. One for me and one for Sarah, well you do don't you.

This post seems to be going nowhere. Oh well, it was one of those weekends. Fun.

And now I am going to fall asleep.

Sorry to bother you all.