Bored, bored, bored

Hells bells I'm bored. Have been waiting all day for the garage to come and pick up my car and swap it with a courtesy car while they fix my wing mirror. So I have yet another reason to do untold harm to the knob head who thought it would be fun to break it one night, as waiting all day has done nothing for my anger management.

I do have however neatly folded items in my chest of drawers. A lot less clothes as I've donated a bag full for charity tomorrow and another bag full of the good stuff ready for a slim friend, but a colour co-ordinated wardrobe. I have held back three Laura Ashley skirts in the vain hope that after my op, I will lose so much weight from being mobile again that I'll be able to wear them again... Yeah right.
I have a very clean fridge with nothing in it and very clean cupboard selves with nothing on them either. If he doesn't hurry with my car, I will be eating fresh runner beans, pumpkin soup and three tomatoes for my evening meal!
I'll organise my shoes in a minute as I'm running out of chores. I've wiped all the units over twice and wiped down all the light switches. I've even run out of cleaning products too now!

I'll have to do my money spell as it's a full moon tonight and I'm going to need all the money I can get to replenish the kitchen and my wardrobe. Idle hands are clean, but dangerous things!

At least I haven't attacked my hair and coloured it with the hair colour I found in the bathroom! Must keep busy because if I do colour my hair and it goes awfully wrong, there will be some serious butt kicking.

Lots of love Debbie x