OK there's no excuse for my absence, apart from apathy, summer holidays, and basically leading a very boring life. Normality also stopped for a few months after loosing my dad in October.
My dad in his acting days after the 2nd World War
And in May 2010 aged 89
However, it's a New Year and one should make an effort, if not least because I need a place to laugh at the upcoming Royal Wedding. Don't get me wrong I am a Royalist, but as P.William has kept Katy waiting til he's loosing his hair and she's past her early twenties so has to work at looking good and making sure she's at the right angle for photos, then it's open season at pulling holes in the big day.
Hole No. 1.
Katy is apparently going to arrive in a boring black car with police escort. Traditionally she should arrive in an open carriage with police escort. Trying to make out she's still a commoner and one of us til the very last minute!!!
Commoner is an odd word to call someone and in my opinion quite rude.
Hole No. 2
They are going to have a buffet. I have nothing against buffets, Mr Imo and I had a buffet. But then we only had 100 guests and could circulate and talk to every single person there. K and W have access to footmen, butlers and maids and posh cutlery and glass, not to mention big dinning tables and lots of chairs. SO WHY?
watch this space for Hole No. 3
I have finally given in to being nosey and joined Face Book - well it was either that or Twitter to see what all the fuss is about. I managed to get 14 friends in the space of about 12 hours, and it would probably be more then that if I just randomily clicked on every single name that pops up. Apparently it's addictive but I've only been on 3 times today so far (just to check you understand) so that's not addictive - yet. And I haven't linked up my phone to FB (that's how they refer to Face Book) - yet.
We have two new shops in Bishops Stortford - The Steamer Cook Shop and White Stuff. This makes Imo very happy, but broke.
Promises (not empty one's)
Next Blog coming soon.