Bite my shiny metal Agnes

I feel like a snot machine. I blame in on lazing in bed for a bit just before. That thing is covered in cat hair and very good at making noses filled. Plus the fact that the cat was in the suitcase before, chewing on this jumper I am now wearing. I didn’t bring enough warm clothes here, I have to wear kitty-chewed things.

This afternoon I went shopping with my 2 brothers and my husband. Natey was going to get Matty some pj pants for xmas but got him a game instead, so we got him the pants. We’re all sick of him walking around without pants. Matty got Hancock, which we watched this evening after a delicious nando’s dinner. We’ve bought food every day since mum left. We are so slack. I’d make things, but the only thing I can think of is nachos and I don’t really want that.

Spent most of the day going through giant boxes of crap, and now I have a bag of crap to throw out. Mostly makeup and dried up nail polish. WHY do I have makeup? Pointless. And there is now a pile of stuff for Claire to look at, and if she doesn’t want, it’s either trash or charity. I think I did a third of stuff? Smelled so bad.

I scored a free pair of trackies today too. Matty bought them when he was in London and they were too small for him so now they are mine. Crazy man-pants with massive pockets.

Do I want to make nachos tomorrow? Or something else?