Lick and taste cheques

Still seem to be rushing around like the proverbial blue arse fly.

I wanted to pay in two cheques before going off to Comets to sort out mother's aerial lead, before the cheques managed to get covered in even more food splashes. The tiller lady if that's what they are called, I don't actually know as my brain is pretty fried as you know... although that does conjure up a vision of ladies with very long fishnet clad legs and feathered head dresses that bob up and down... anyway she looked very grumpy at me when I gave her my two tomato sauce splashed cheques... whoops, but it was a homemade sauce!
For the younger readers, google 'The Tiller Girls' before asking 'what planet is she on now?' and mental note to myself... do not keep cheques in kitchen next to cooker!

Set off to Comets to get a gay aerial lead for my mother. I say gay, as that's the only way I could remember I needed two male feeders and not a male/ female feeder. Just had to remember not to ask for a gay lead when I gave up looking and asked the man instead.
Guess that was a wee bit too to ask of me and the man just looked at me as if I had just walked out of the clinic for the 'No, absolutely hope, this one is away with the fairies, throw away the key' people. I guess that's not PC either????
Still I have come away with a lead and a brand new DVD as my new TV didn't have the facility to play them. God my bloody mother is costing me a fortune. So far I've brought a new hoover which isn't half as good as the one I gave her and now a TV, all because she didn't want to buy one.
I pray her washing machine doesn't break down, because I'm damned if I'm buying a new one of them!

By the time I had shopped, had lunch with Reni before getting her to cut my hair really short as I had attacked it somewhat while she was away thanks to the run in with the blue hair dye and plus it looked like rats had been eating it in my sleep... looks good now though thank you Reni... By the time I got to have my physio at St Peters at Maldon I was knackered.
They were running late and it was very warm in the waiting room, plus the big old armchairs there are so comfy, that I woke up to see two very old men fast asleep too and some woman sitting opposite, staring at me with a 'something smelly is under her nose' look, because I was obliviously snoring... loudly.
Oh the shame.
I have realised that I don't use very many full stops in my writing, but lots of 'ands' and commas and I ramble, but I guess that's because my life doesn't have very many full stops or pauses either.
Sorry folks but hey it's a lovely day out there today!

Lots of love Debbie x