This week has been slightly hectic and also a little bit weird. There must be something in the air because 'stuff' like this does not usually occur:
I sat on a banana skin on the passenger seat of Jo Beaufoix's car and uttered the words: "I am going to blog this."
IJ made me cut all the points off the star costume she is wearing for her school nativity play. She will now be dressed as a square.
I logged onto Twitter to be greeted with the words: @RosieScribble You are a prolific Twit. (Freudian slip?)
I had an argument with my postman over whether Rosie Scribble was really my blog name.
IJ announced she was going to marry a snowman.
A power-cut in B&Q prevented me from spending a small fortune on yet more Christmas decorations. (The only time in my life that has ever happened).
IJ has started having indepth conversations with one of our ceramic Santa ornaments.
My mother found a purse I had lost four years ago in the back of her car, with money it in and the library card IJ cursed me for losing.
I received an direct message that said: CSETDHSEMFKDANEHTYNDJS, and nothing else.
Walking past Stressco's, IJ suddenly decided to chant the word "Underwear."
I have started answering questions in 140 characters or less.
Finally, my favourite tweet this week has been:
@JayneHowarth: Was momentarily excited to have over 1000 followers - then got rid of 4 spammers, so just dropped under again.
Do feel free to comment, in 140 characters or less.
(A technical aside: I know I should write 'or fewer' rather than '0r less' but it does not read as well.)
