A burk called Buerk
28 August 2005 @ 11:41
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Well, unlike my other half I feel guilty if I do not update this site. I do not know why, I very much doubt anyone else minds at all if it is left untouched for months on end (after all, I received no e-mails of complaint when the sites went down last year). But here I am, dutifully, with a strange sense of Catholic guilt; why I even have guilt to such proportions in life is beyond me. Anyway, things are trotting along here in Notts; Chicken and I went in to Nottingham and had a lovely vegetarian paella and a disappointing shop (as with all big towns and cities, all the same shops pervade the high street, over and over and over again). I have also been in to Mansfield and we have made trips to MacArthur Glenn (I am looking for sandals, you have no idea how hard it is to find sandals in this life, at least ones without flaming heels. God, I hate heels) and Home Bargains. I have, finally, got a few nice gifts for Mr C’s up coming birthday, too. |
