The title says it all - this is the sort of thing that sends us four (me, daughter, best friend and her daughter) into shrieking, hurting, gasping, public displays of hilarity. I know, you had to be there.
This was on the train home from the Street Photography workshop in Soho.
My feet ache and my belly hurts from laughing and eating 'bad' food.
Other stuff has happened too. Boring and dreary, but still, stuff.
I will try and tell more tomorrow night.
It was a good day marred only by the coming home shit. Like not
having a cup of tea made for me even though I am knackered and only want tea
and pyjamas. I haven't been out for a jolly since June, but still I have to be 'punished'. Instead I have to wash up and clear the Breakfast!
Including scraping scrambled egg from the non nonstick pan. And then
finally upstairs to find the chaise longue gone from the bedroom (I
can't remember if I have told you that story) and all the stuff on the
floor where the dog will probably scent mark it. Great. I have still
to write and wrap daughter's birthday stuff.