...and so I thought I would say hello. Hello. Pondering whether or not I can be bothered to cook dinner or whether it may be a takeaway night. I am rather leaning towards the tempting takeaway, though my stupendous gut is saying "no........no more glutens and fat and things, have pity". I though am laughing at my gut and saying "are you going to cook? Hmmmm?" and that is keeping it quiet.
I wonder what is on telly tonight. Wait there a minute, I am going to look.............yep, dick all. Apart from maybe Mock the Week which is funny, the TV tonight looks as entertaining as slippers. For the love of God, there is a programme tonight on freeview channel FIVER (clearly the annual budget for programme making) called "The Boy With A New Head". Really? People want to see this? What next? The girl with concrete eyes? The twins with 40 nipples? The amazing cow-man of Canada? The boy with egg brains? It's ridiculous. It must be someone's job to find these poor people. Then what - offer them £50 to make a freak show out of their life stunting disability? "It's ok, we will be really sensitive" they said to the boy with a new head - what's the betting the adverts will be for hats, Mr Potato Head, shampoo and DVDs of Worzel Gummidge.
Something beyond spooky happened to me today - and I mean ridiculously beyond coincidence. My mother phoned me to say I had a letter from the dentist whingeing that I was overdue for a check up. I told her off for phoning me at work with such trivialities and literally ten minutes later, a toffee I was chewing took out the biggest filling in my mouth. All of it. About half a tooth's worth!! I now have an appointment next Friday. Write about that Alannis Morisette!
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