On Saturday night, we discussed maybe sharing some of our favourite Fordy memories. I still remember how shocked he look when I bit him on the thigh. Ahh, thems were the days. And those Jarlsberg donuts. Ahh, Fordy. Bless.
In other more terrible news, one of the girls at work has been diagnosed with pretty much terminal brain cancer, those of you who tend to pray it would be great if you could try and have a chat with God on this one, and get it sorted that giving brain cancer to 29 year olds with two kids under 5 is so not cool, and maybe he could swing it so everything turns out okay?? For those of you less likely to get kneely, some good thoughts and positive vibes sent out through to universe would be fantastic.
And keep your fingers crossed for me kids- I’ve got job applications in and I’ve got a good gut feeling!
Tunes to get you happy: Human Equivalent of Penicillin (Rob Clarkson) If I Were A Rich Man (Yidcore) FM (The Slits) Free Cocaine (The Dwarves) T Shirt Weather (The Lucksmiths)