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20 Sep 2006

Donkey For Hire


See this picture to the right, It accurately describes how I feel.

Let me explain: I have family coming over to stay with me for a couple of weeks and so my mum has been fussing around as if the Queen is coming.

I woke up to find my mum had let herself in. I proceeded to go about my day - brush my teeth and wash my face, when my mum asked me to help her go to the shops and help her get some odds and ends as she would not be able to carry it all. Being the dutiful daughter, I agreed to 'help' her.

Now I thought we would be going to the local supermarket or possibly the local market to pick up some fruit and veg etc. So I didn't make much of an effort and left my house looking a bit like a crumpled piece of paper. All I can say is shame on me, how wrong I could have been.

My mum took me all the way to Selfridges as well as up and down Oxford Street to buy a couple of small animals to cook for dinner (sorry vegetarians) when family finally arrived.
Don't get me wrong I don't put on full war paint to go out and buy a loaf of bread but I do like to look presentable, at least brush my hair.

Anyhoo.. the Donkey part of my story is ... after shopping up a food storm my mum gave me all the bags and said she wouldn't be able to help me carry it home as she had to get back to her house. (Insert look of wide eyed disbelief here - considering my appearance the look could have been mistaken for crazy) It must have been my mistake, I must have forgotten to wash off the sign on my forehead that said 'Donkey For Hire'.

So not only did I look like a hobo, once she had left me with all the bags I looked like a crazy bag lady...look at me go shooting my way up the ladder to trampdom.

I was not impressed.

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