Barmy Blue's Bland Blog

Satadull, what is it you ask. It's just another dull Saturday. I've been up since about 10:30ish. Tom said he'd be coming here no matter what. I'm beginning to doubt that now. I wouldn’t mind so much but today is the ideal day to get the Christmas tree and we can't go until Tom calls to say he can't make it again. Judging by last week, when he called me at gone 12 to say his dad had the car, I don't think he gets up until 12ish. Which is rather selfish, because he always has a go at me when I'm late and goes on about how I should get up earlier. The words pot kettle and black spring to mind.
Mum made it back alright, at gone one in the morning. Not that I wasn't expecting her at that sort of time.
She had a good time she told me.
I think I'd better go and dig out a jumper from my room, it's freezing in here, or so I think.
I'll either update or post a new entry if Tom actually comes or not.

Today’s chocolate was a happy, waving snowman, very cute .

Edit: I retract my previous statement. It's not Tom who get's up late, it's his mum. He looks a little different. He's had his hair cut a bit, so it's not a total mess (Like before) And I'd swear he's got thinner. He's always been skinny (Though he'd call it "compact" ).
Well, we need to be going now, he's getting impatient.