I love chocolate eclairs, Michael Stipe
and the fact that Sir Actor loves my posts :shock:
I’m sat here with my first cup of tea and ciggy, trying to wake up enough to run into the garden with my hair looking like Amy Winehouses on a bad day, my slippers on and towelling dressing gown without the belt thingy and my little white legs sticking out of the bottom wondering if i dare run into my* exposed to the world garden* and get grab my dripping wet work clothes off the washing line so I can throw them into the tumble dryer,without an aquaintance shouting *Morning Di*