Im feeling quite pissed off ATM! Especially all day yesterday. I had a bright spot when I went to the shops and there was the little car I bought in 2001. I chatted to the owner, girl in her early 20s just to tell her who I was etc. I called the car Goldie cos of the colour, she calls it Leonard!! Yikes! The rego is WRM stands for women rule men. Anyway, Im now waiting to meet the Italian couple returning back to Australia. Little hitler just rang to say he would be waiting at home! good idea, at least out of my hair for a while. How did I get into this situation in the first place? I ask myself?
Posted on: Tue, 15 Oct 2013 07:19:11 +0000
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