I joined another dating agency thing tonight, trouble was most of the men appeared to have no clothes (nekkid pix). I do need a man who can afford clothes. They don't have to be from Next or Topman, but at least a pair of knickers is required for a date. I am ,however, fussy about knickers. No Matalan ones. That's the law.
Tomorrow is grandparents Day. What a bunch of mumbo jumbo commercialised crap. Grandparents Day? Every fecking day is Grandparents day. I only had kids because... They wanted to be grandparents. "When you going to have a baby?" "My friend Glenys is a grandmother twice over... blah blah".
Then when the grandkids get to 14 they're moaning because they can't understand a sodding word they say anymore.
Plus they disagree with the tattoo, piercing, MP3 player stuck to ear. And that's just their mother......
I picked up Danz from my mothers today. Well, I stopped at the end of the road and told her to hurry up. My mother insisted on walking her the few yards down the road. She might not be safe walking 25 yards.
She had on this bright pinky cerise polyester top.
'What the heck has nanny got on?" I asked Danz. Danz pulled a face.
"All the old ladies like it" She Said "Doris told Nanny she couldn't take her eyes off her blouse"
I hate to say it but I fear Doris is possibly the first ninety year old gay granny I know.
Or just colour blind.... Don't get me started on the colour blind.
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