cakes by frances
now i know why she's always tired...
drove mrs.perou, maximum and stratford to sedlescombe to see that place with 26 acres and a vineyard.
for some unknown reason, i hadn't worked out where i was driving to in advance and it took forever: it was WAY too far out of town.
beautiful but the house wasn't big enough either.
stopped in west malling on route home and had lunch in a 'gastro pub'.
the food was salt heavy and expensive.
driving back along the m20 once more, maximum said 'stratty needs the toilet'.
'he'll be alright' i said, knowing that he'd been for a wee recently before.
'ur...stratty's been to the toilet' said maximum...
the gummy bear had a disasterous, bum blowout in the back of me motor.
and as we were on the m20 i couldn't stop till the next junction.
delightful.
fortunately i'd put a towel down for stratford anyway and the nasty was all on it, only.
let him out.
threw away the towel (almost throwing in the towel)
and after letting stratford run round for a while, let him back in the car just in time for another bum blowout minus the towel.
so, not a great day.
frances who had been retouching half the day had gone home sick.
so returned to the final tweaking of 23 shots and missed a deadline.
we've decided to have a second viewing of the mill house in north essex.
so spent the rest of the night over-worrying about it and not sleeping.
how i wish the LDA would compensate us for the mental anguish/ waste of life.
or just leave us alone.
an early night.
tired of driving round and looking at houses.
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