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Date: 06 May 2006 19:09:28
I don't have to move, for I have members of a sensible political party as councillors. Let me rephrase that - they know how to use apostrophes and there's very little likelihood of them ending up on a dodgy reality gameshow. Although I had to laugh in an immoderate fashion when I went onto the council's website and realised that the person responsible for uploading the results had wilfully and persistently referred to the Christian People's Alliance throughout. We like that person, give them a bun.
I've come to Rosaparents' Mansions for a dressmaking lesson over the weekend. Main topic of conversation Friday evening? Death, inheritance tax, and me buying a part share of Rosamundi Towers.
Main topic of conversation on Saturday? The contents of grandma's will.
Can we stop with the talk of people dying, please?!?
So I wrestled 2 metres of un-cooperative denim into submission, spread it out on the floor, pinned the pattern out, transferred the whole thing to the dining room table, cut the pattern out, cut out a practice piece so I wasn't learning how to use mum's sewing machine on the proper project, set everything up, trundled off, and, then, um, stopped. Weren't my fault, honest it weren't. Nothing lasts any more, you just can't get the quality. I mean, the sewing machine's only thirty six years old, it's only done curtains for 4 houses, bed linen, clothes for 2 children, Rosamummy and dad, and one thing and another, how dare it stop doing zigzag stitch now?
Rsamummy should reject it under the Sales of Goods Act as clearly unfit for purpose. Is Outrage.
Anyway, looks like I'm going to be a property magnate. *cue maniacal laughter*
A property magnate in an unfinished skirt. Ho hum.