...... is something I'm really not very good at. In fact I find walking in heels a challenge. So yesterday, when I was
forced coerced pressured hoodwinked bullied asked to attend a course ON MY DAY OFF, and this course was in a town far far away which involved me taking SIX TRAINS, the first of which was at FIVE A.M. and one of which I had to RUN FOR ..... IN HEELS ..... I was NOT a happy Monkee Maker.
I was out of the house for twelve hours, even though the course was only three hours long (oh and did I mention it was my day off??), but at one of the stations I had a forty minute wait so I thought I'd have a mooch around. The station was at Brockenhurst in the New Forest - the location of many a happy childhood camping holiday and I was pleased to see that it hasn't changed much - apart from loads more cars than I remember.
Brockenhurst ...... where your pony just hangs around outside your house waiting for you to come home.
Why, that's practically a whole one!
Anyway. Sorry about all those words. Here's the post I was meant to be doing before I started moaning ......
BLIND MUFFIN TASTING
..... in the middle ..... a rather hard stunt muffin
It was a tough choice (although the stunt muffin didn't get a look in, strangely), but 007 finally chose ......
I tried to remain calm, really I did, but in the end it was all too much and I may have kind of lost it a teeny tiny bit .....