Secret of My SuccessBy
No, this isn’t a Michael J Fox movie. I’ll get to that in a mo.
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We decided to take Holly to a cranial osteopath. Sounds really invasive doesn’t it. In some ways I wish it was. Blokey ask 40 questions, puts his hands on her head, back and tummy, barely moves and charges me £40. I want jackhammers and scalpels to be honest. But saying that, we took Evan to same chap a few years ago and were very impressed. We’ve sensed a bit of tension in her lower back and felt that this was a great way forward. So far, so good.
My birthday passed off without incident. We made the foolish decision to make tracks from Gunwharf Quays for lunch and a quick dash to the historic ships. Only when we hit the queues did we remember…HALF TERM! Saying that, Holly needed a break from all the revision. She passed her hearing test with flying colours. (damn, I really am funny). I never did find the perfect gift…so instead I passed off an office necessity as a gift and purchased a new printer with Wi-Fi capability. Living life…right on the edge.
Technology sucks…OK, I lie, its great. But whoever invented the Genius sidebar in iTunes needs to be hung. I wasted nearly £5 buying 80s hair band music the other day. Ratt, Poison etc etc etc. You can never get too much “Round and Round”.
Right…the secret of my success. I just press the shutter. The real work goes on behind the scenes. For the first time I prepared to reveal my secret weapon! Here you go!
Meticulously removing every imperfection!
In a muddle deciding on Lord of the Rings or Hollywood Glow (warning, most of you have no idea what I’m on about–as if that makes a change)
Actually, Evan is checking out the games on the Lego website. He’s getting to grips with the mouse quite well…although I suspect he may need a left handed mouse…do they even exist?
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