I did this in Whitstable on Sunday morning at the fish market. My friend dared me to do it with a sensible face and no smirking; she knows I love a challenge. I was brave and ballsy but the fisherman wasn't best pleased.
His eventual response? "Don't worry, you'd be safe with me, love."
It was my turn to be speechless.
Still obsessing about my weekend for all the wonderful moments as well as the Noo Noo moment. Am in the middle of writing a little news story for the local Whitstable rag as well as blogging at the moment. I will track that lost toy down, but until I do, I promise not to keep mentioning him. Would hate to lose followers over it...
I bought these beauties for £1 each from a cherry tree shop whilst in Whitstable.
|Can imagine a mini knickerbocker glory in these!|
|NEVER iron tea towels. Ever|
|Just added some frozen raspberries for a "bit of fancy"|
Wore a £2 cherry tree shop dress today and four people complimented me in it. It's one of those dresses that I think makes me look pregnant as it is quite "balloony" at the front and back (under the bust). But a chap at work loved it, so did a cashier in Waitrose and a couple of mums on the school run.
I really delighted in saying "Oh thanks, it's a cherry tree number" until I realise they have NO idea what I am wittering on about. The only pic I have of me wearing it at the mo is one Cuckoo took in May. Yer tis.
|Actually you can hardly see it.|
Will get another pic soon
Oh and note to self. When you give the children an ice lolly in the garden, in the hope it will buy you extra blogging minutes, never assume they are still slurping lollies whilst you continue to lose yourself in Blogland.
Instead, the Princess decided to dress herself up as a boy called James. One of her favourite pastimes.
I then heard much wailing as the Prince walked down the stairs. Dressed as a fairy. Sparkle to be precise.
|And actually deciding to wear the pink Crocs, rather than his own blue ones.|