A new story,
In the summer, as you know my lovely trampoline ( bottom of the garden) had the most precious gift of all on it ( my grandson who is six today) and while going yippee, we’ll done, fantastic and at this point any other encouraging word I can think of, just so I don’t have to go on again, a giant walked in the back gate, with another even bigger giant next to him, now as I look at said giants, all I can think is get near the shed, because I know there is a huge spade in there to bat the giants with, now grandsons bouncing away ( I’ve taught him to tell me what’s happening in the neighbours ) he shouts she’s got her dyson out again Nannie, I didn’t answer as was walking backwards to get my spade and bat them, I,m nearly there (grandson shouts she’s got a purple dyson, I couldn’t breath, and then the first giant says, in a rather northern tone, av ya got key lov, sorry av ya got key lov, ya said ya would leave it under blue bin, sorry I said, giant says is this number 11, in my rather posh voice, I keep for special occasions, I had great delight in saying no, this is no 1.
Note to self keep the gate locked
Omg the smell 😧
Is it normal?
Feeling anxious
My app is saying a month quit