I was reading another blog the other day, and it made me remember a shopping trip for clothes, I had with a very dear friend of mine Eileen. To cut a long story short, my friend has a bit of a sense of humour, we would go out and have an absolute ball with just a trip to Icleand (hmm reminds of the day I threw her in the freezer in Safeway). Anyway, she had been asked out to dinner by her very fit boss, he was drop dead gorgous (but he knew it), and she needed something to wear. We went to the Metro Centre in Gatsehead and trailed round all the shops till we went into BHS. The place was a mess, it was in the middle of renovations, the changing rooms were just bits of curtains strung up workmen everywere. Well she eventually gets her eye on a little black number, and I mean little. Eileen is by no way fat but she had lost some weight and decided this dress was her size. She then heads for the changing room and insists I come in with her so I can give her my opinion. She gets undressed, not easy as the changing rooms are a bit small and the two of us (neither of us small) are in there, she then attempts to try on the dress. She pulls it on gets it as far as across her boobs, it then gets stuck. She is standing there with the dress bunched up around her chest and neck and she looks at me and says "Its perfect!!! Ill take it" Can you imagine my reaction, I started to howl with laughter and she does too, the curtains were flapping all over the place as we are trying to get the dress off. It took some doing I can tell you, it had become part of her after a while. We laughed so hard I had no makeup left on by the time we came out. The staff came over to see what was going on, but I suppose you just had to be there.
What is it with all the stuff in your house breaking down all at once!!! I feel like this house is a black hole for electrical goods, but then I have always had this problem. I moved into a new house about 16 years ago, and on the day we moved in we had four TVs. Within a month three had died on me, one just up and died, another got dropped and another burst into flames while I am holding my month old nephew. Talk about panic!!!!! The room filled with smoke, all I could think of was "get the kids out" Luckily it didnt get out of hand.
Anyway, to the present day, my dishwasher only washes dishes when it feels like it. Somedays I open it up to empty and the dishes are worse than when I put them in. The ice maker on the fridge is being really difficult, it either will not produce ice or its like a glacial flow pouring out. I was sitting here earlier and wondered why I my thinking was getting louder. It was almost like I was shouting inisde my head. (Im not sure that that makes any sense but I hope it does) Turns out the tele has its decided to make my ears bleed by turning up the volume on its own. The sneaky thing is, it does it gradually, so at first you dont even realise it, till it get so loud you cant hear the phone ring. Seems like we may have to go shopping.