Scared the window cleaner this morning. And he scared me. In fact we both squealed (but I'm a girl, so my squeal was allowed, he on the other hand should be a teeny weeny bit embarrassed, grown man squealing like a girl indeed).
Being a window cleaner, he should really know better than creeping up unannounced and cleaning your upstairs bedroom windows at the crack of dawn, he's just asking for some surprise moments.
He's just lucky I didn't swing open the windows in a "Oh what a beautiful morning!" styley (I've never actually done that but I can imagine can't I?), then he'd have something to squeal about and probably a couple of broken bones too.
It started to rain when he left (typical) and continued for most of the day, so what else is a girl to do? Pop on a totally unsuitable dress, pearls, and gold 'cinderella' shoes and go 'Singing in the Rain'... That's what.
ps. I'm off to the cinema again tonight, not to watch Fame again, (It crossed my mind, but I decided that would be too geektastic twice in two weeks, and there is only so much air leaping I can do). I'm watching 'The Invention of Lying' tonight. I have discovered that Tuesday nights at Cineworld is 'Bargain Tuesday' night, all tickets are £4.70 as opposed to £7.20. Nice one!
pps. Oh, and much excitement today, been invited to a party... Black Tie and Ballgowns!!!! OMG... Is that 'the shops' I hear a-calling me?
ppps. I've realised I've slipped a couple of song titles into this post, if you can comment using a song title, not only will you be amazingly cleverer than a clever person, but I will love you forever and ever and may even come over to your place (well your blog, I'm not a crazy, bunny boiler, stalker type really) and give you a great big smackaroonie... mwah!
pppps. Don't you just hate it when people OD on the ps's - I know. Annoying. So I'm going now before I think of another one.