First off, Sorry! Yes, thats the next single from Her Madgesty, the Queen of Pop, Madonna. I wasn't apologising for not blogging for what seems like an eon. I've been busy most weekends spending quality time with The Boy and the weeks and months just seem to have flown past.
For New Year, we went to Dorset. It was very tranquil, staying in a caravan with all mod cons. I mean this caravan was called a Van Royce! It even had gold taps. It was confortable although there wasn't much room for the much loved sport of cat-swinging. We watched DVD's, drank champagne, shopped. The caravan site was pretty empty with the only other people leaving the day before New Years Eve. One night it got so cold the taps where we got our water from froze solid as did the waste pipe from the sink! -8C apparently. But very snug in the caravan. We checked out Dorchester (which is really quite nice) and Weymouth (which is ok but a bit trashy). We stopped there to get a KFC (moi) and MickeyD's (The Boy) and parked up in the car park opposite KFC and this guy in a crappy black Escort pimped up all-boy racer stylee (i.e. it looked like a piece of dog crap with tin foil to adorn it) parked next to us and came round to the drivers side. He said it was parking for Kwik Fit customers only and that we should move on and to not drop our litter there. What an arsehole! We were the only car there! Apart from his. Kwik Fit must have been rushed off their feet because 5 minutes later, Dimwits mate turns up in his crappy, derelict car and tells us the same thing! Don't they have tyres to fit or something??
We also went to Portland, saw Chesil Beach (which I always thought was spelled Chisel) and saw Portland Bill - the lighthouse. Shame it wasn't open as I would have liked to have gone up to the top. We had a walk over the rocks there and boy was the sea rough! And it was darned cold. Chesil Beach is a thin strip of sand, about 7 miles long that has formed naturally between the open sea and the land. The water in between the beach and land is landlocked and stagnant. Didn't smell though.
Another sightseeing trip to Osmington and there's a vista point near the Smugglers Head pub which looks over to Portland.
Christmas Day my mum, my sis and I threw a 65th birthday party for my pop. The whole family turned up (except my dads older brother who was busy that day with his own family). We don't really celebrate Xmas. We give and receive pressies but we don't celebrate the birth of Christ. I guess most other people that celebrate Xmas don't actually celebrate the birth of Christ. Anyway, thats a whole other blog!
Xmas pressies I got were...a radio control plane (joy!), a cocktail making set which I have yet to try out, a skin for my new video iPod, Take That DVD and some other stuff that I just can't remember at the moment!
So its January. And January is almost over too. The Boy is away on business and I miss him.
I've been cleansing some more...throwing stuff away that I don't need and buying knew furniture to store whats left.
I hate myself for watching Celebrity Big Brother and I'm beginning to hate them all (except Chantelle, because she's blond and giggly and I bet we could have a right laugh together!). Pete Burns is just human road kill. I wonder what happens to your body when you die if you've had so much plastic surgery. Does it just stay as it is or does it rot? Its like living mummification if it doesn't rot! Eeeww! Imagine digging up someone years later only to find them in exactly the same state as they were when they went into the ground! Spooky.
This is where I fall onto my keyboard because I'm so tired! Night night then
