5:55am this morning some dratted person started ripping out the kitchen in the room at the back directly attached to my bedroom. I was awoken by an almighty crash and my guess was that a cupboard was pulled off the wall. I was unimpressed and I think I may be into my overdraft when it comes to rude words. At least it didn't wake bear.
I could have done with the extra sleep. I did manage some light dozing with some very strange dreams, but I was feeling depleted before taking bear to see Dinosaur Zoo. This is where bear left me mortified by announcing that the huge dinosaur he was petting afterwards 'was just plastic'.
I am still not sure how bear persuaded me to take him to the Works, but we had a great time, spent a fortune and staggered back to the bus. Do you know how much in weight £9.37 can get you in the Works? All I know is that it cut off circulation in my shoulder as I staggered out. On the way bear persuaded me to buy him some blue ice-cream, in this weather! He also critiqued my fashion sense, refused to accept that I should wear anything with flowers or designed for those under ninety and forbade me to buy a new handbag. He was absolutely right about the handbag.
I did make a fashion purchase, actually. Bear encouraged me to buy myself a large, furry, sort of sweater type thing and is currently sitting on the sofa wearing it. It wasn't dear, was completely unnecessary and I am confident that I'll get the wear out of it - all £16 of it. It looks a bit like this
But it's in black. Bear is reluctant to be parted from it. Just because it was bought for Mum doesn't mean he can't have a cuddle in it.
Tonight is the traditional 'Test the Fire Alarm Tuesday'. I am sort of braced. Bear is also sort of braced and I expect DH is resigned to his fate - shoving a broom handle against the fire alarm button while I waft smoke out of the kitchen door. I'll let you know how I get on with pancakes. I was rather unsuccessful with the kiwi and banana loaf yesterday so I am not optimistic.