Litte Miss Pee Your Pants

Just had conversation with guy next door. He was drunk, I knew this the second I seen him, dont ask me how, but I did.

Anyway I digress, he asked me if Pee Your Pants was anything to do with me, i.e. was she my friend. I told him "no" and also told him that I phoned the Police (who took her away) and my bruv. He said she had tried to get into his flat using keys but he got up out his bed and opened the door and told her to go away (think he put it a bit nicer than that though). He had his work that morning (which I had already worked out anyway....just call me Miss Marple) so he was keen to get back to his bed. Next he said he was watching her through his peephole and he seen her head down the stairs and then come back up them and just sit outside my door. From his bed he heard the boys asking her where she lived and he heard the Police saying she had to move off down the stairs. So....we're not really any the wiser. I knew in my bones he had nothing to do with her.

I dont know whether he will remember any of the conversation as Doosan finish work at half 2 and that's him just getting home. Ah but he works shifts so would have finished earlier than half 2. Although he could have came home first to get changed and then went to pub. Unless he wasnt at work today at all (as he works shifts) and has been out since lunchtime!! Oookaaay must stop analysing every little thing, its none of my business how long he's been at the pub!!

Today was mince. Friday is my "bin lady" day when I go round all the recycle paper bins and empty them and put a new bin bag in. I do NOT enjoy this. Especially when I break a nail...sniff.

Then my mum wanted me to go to Debenhams with her as there was a huge sale on (not; also mince) so I trudged along behind her wincing in agony, my feet were absolutely killing me from shoes that are too big for me....and too pointy. I managed to force myself into buying 3 tops and 2 boobtubes, it did not alleviate the pain any but its always nice to buy new things. They were so sore I made my dad drive to the bus stop in Dave and drive me the 2 minute walk from the bus stop to my mum's house. I am a poor little soldier.

Which brings me nicely to Dave! Dave is home....back in his favourite carpark space! He smells of boy but that's ok, I'll buy him a nice air freshener next time I'm at Tesco (Note to self: need to go to Tesco urgently...you have NO food in). Other than that he's unharmed and glad to be home.

And now....its jammy time. Reeeelax dude.