Tarmac Cowboys

£2.5K is the amount demanded by the "Tarmac Cowboys" and an offer to escort MD to the bank to withdraw the cash. Methinks a phone call to the VAT man, Tax-man, Trading standards and Psychiatrist may be in order.....and probably in that order.....this does not bode well for a peaceful evening

Am getting the hang of this blogging malarkey now, hadn't intended it to be quite so parochial but a great vehicle to vent one's spleen, I had grandoise ideas of other more worthy topics but will fall back on them as and when is necessary. Am still marvelling with my words in print but am battling with the technology and failed ability to advertise my prowess. As predicted PFB is my first follower and no doubt she will recruit with gusto.

Visit by Mafia Mistress eased my angst. Discussions about very laid back Tropical wedding plans for early March along the lines of "don't know what I will wear, "the Champ" will just choose me something....." I am visualising track suits or tennis skirt, black Lycra or pink chiffon; whatever it will be very very short and very very low, they are a couple with indeterminate "style", comfort and bling being high priorities. My outfit, however, will be orchestrated down to the last eyelash, talking of which I am considering having those semi permanent extensions applied, but, am just scathing as to whatever they will endure the two weeks sun, sea and water sports prior to the event. Any advice? I am affeared that they will gradually desert me taking my existing real lashes with them......

Introduction of new character "the Champ", Mafia Mistress's man, soul mate and handbrake. Nuptials on the Caribbean horizon, they have high-jacked our annual jolly, MD has thrown all his toys out of the pram especially as I have extended the aforementioned trip to encompass the happy event, but, I have no doubts all will be well on the day. Whatever, the bash is booked, six of us gathering for the celebration, The Strumpet not amused to be left behind but sometimes you have to be cruel to be kind...... to yourselves. More details to be supplied

Had better blog off now I see a familiar lorry pulling onto the premises and cannot decide whether to barricade myself into the fortress (the key cupboard) or stand to the side and watch the fisticuffs