Oh no. We were just about to exchange contracts on the flat we are about to buy when Mr Smith found another better flat with a dining room and a garden. I am torn. Do we buy shit flat and do it up Or do we buy shit flat already done? There's only one thing for it ... Go see.
Flying cows. A few months ago I was asked to repair a cow with broken wings. How on earth would I do that? But I didn't say that. No. Somehow these words came out of my mouth. "Yes of course I can do that, no problem at all". It arrives on Thursday and so does major panic. I asked for preposterous money; Mr Smith is rubbing his hands together with such alacrity there is smoke.
I saw an ad the other day for The Cake & Bake Show. I thought I would apply for some tickets for me and Claudia. I found a whacko wheeze way to get a free ticket; all I have to is enter the seaside cake competition. OK. I know I am a bit busy right now but I probably won't get selected anyway.
Thinking about it the cost of the cake will vastly exceed the cost of a ticket to the show.
So tomorrow I promise, I swear, I vow to finish my painting.
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