A story unfolds
So, we phoned them up. Somehow they managed to track us down through an estate agent. You see, the remembered that we lived in Emerson Valley and our drive was to the side of our property. This was all the information they used to track us down. Scary. They were, however, under the illusion that we had actually sold our house. Much to our own disappointment, we haven’t. But it’s still the Christmas fallout and it’s snowing. Once the monotony sets in I’m sure we’ll have floods of viewings. Once they are aware that the house was formerly owned by a ‘web superstar’ they’ll be gagging to buy it. Think of the historical significance!
Last night we had a Jamie Oliver cod dinner recipe for dinner. Tasty though it was, both Helen and I had both been violently sick by 3am. Helen was feeling a little worse for wear in the pub and proceeded to throw her guts up on way home. My, slightly more solid guts waited until I was tucked up in bed before hurling me out into the freezing cold that is a house in winter in the early hours. I don’t know if it was a dodgy cod or whether it just wasn’t cooked for long enough. Either way, my throat is in agony this morning. I made it in, Helen didn’t.
The Girls Aloud track ‘Sound of the underground’ is actually quite catchy. I like the James Bond/Dick Dale style guitar hook. Even better than that, the new Electric 6 track ‘Danger Danger, High Voltage’ is just too cool for words.
This site went down for a short period yesterday. I have no idea why.