I am now officially a homeowner. I exchanged on my flat yesterday and am moving in a couple of weeks.
This has led to me feeling very grown up all day. That is, until the Health and Safety man at work said I needed a special chair "for someone of my stature". Back to square one.
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You have stature? I hadn't noticed.
Ok, you're not a homo, you're a short-arsed 'ho-moaner!
I shall pick you up a green man next time i'm in Glastonbury, every home should have one!
Congrats Meg!
A special chair huh? Hmmmmmm...
She's a very special woman with very special needs.
heh heh. Midget. Poison-dwarf. Serves you right Dorcas for not joining me in my campaign to make stillettos compulsory.
Ahem. As I seem to remember from the last drunken night round your house, you are EXACTLY the same height as me.
no stilettos! I have been searching for boots that are pretty but not spiky or higher than two inches (cos i have bad hips and my physio banned high heels) and there is NOTHING! I feel discriminated against- just cos i'm a cripple i'm not allowed pretty shoes IT'S NOT FAIR! help me shoe-bi wan kenobi, you're my only hope! (they have to go with a black velvet pencil skirt...)
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