Barmy Blue's Bland Blog

I’m still happy. Why you ask. I shall tell you, but in chronological order.
This morning, I was running rather late and then I discovered that I’d run out of toothpaste. I’d been squeezing out every last bit as is humanly possible over the passed week. What was I to do?
I considered using mum’s but it’s too strong. I think I’ve already said it somewhere, but I’ll say it again. I’m allergic to mint.
Well, that may not be exactly true. It’s probably not an allergy. More like ...

Right. Next up, last Saturday. Mum and I went to look at another university. To cut a long story short, it was great. We went to the English literature talk, then here and there, then we had lunch. They had these really tasty little sandwiches. There was a wide selection of cold finger foods on offer, like orange slices, melon slices, sandwiches and hot beverages or apple juice. Mum and I took some time to admire the abstract artwork on the walls. One looked like a pile of lettuce to me and another ...

Okay.
So I’ve been putting this off.
Why?
Because I’m lazy .
Right. Nothing interesting that I can think of about the passed week until Friday, so I’ll start from there.
Okay. Friday. I sat on the bus. Nothing unusual there. I was wearing my Friday jumper (which is actually a kind of cardigan which I didn’t know before. I thought those puny buttons were just decoration ). Now, I’ve already had to repair it once, the bottom button was dangerously loose ...

Silly me. I forgot to add the more dramatic incident of Saturday, the journey to Tom’s. I only remembered it this morning when we were telling dad about it (he popped in to see if he had any letters, he didn’t).
Basically, we came out of our turning and there was a heap of traffic. Mum concluded that the local football (soccer to those of you who don’t understand English terminology) must have been playing at home that day. That’s what usually happens when there’s that much traffic. We got ...

Okay. So I should’ve done this three days ago.
Friday.
I bought Tom the second book in the series I got him for his birthday. He’s not keen on it, I can tell, but I’m passed caring. I did the odd spot of tidying. I wanted the house, and myself to simply scream “I am better than you”. Both need a little more work before that is effectively said though, but I don’t mind.

Saturday.
I did more tidying. I made sure to wear my black t-shirt with the red dragon that ...