Saturday 13th August

If yesturday had been the 13th I would have understood. As it is, I still fail to understand how the Mummy purse came to be hiding behind the sofa. Anyway...leave the Mummy purse behind, and just take cash and keys, you idiot! (I can feel the magic working already!!!)
Relatively mundane day after yesturdays peaks and troughs of a rollercoaster ride. Played dodge the sprogs and took myself off to the serenity and luscious greenery of Fanabe garden centre to get some new plants. Petunias to replace the ropey old geraniums on the front balcony and some baby spikey palm looking thingys which look bug resistant for the roof. They had some nice bushy looking stuff outside, although by this time I had to leave as the Mook was filthy having enjoyed herself jumping in muddy puddles and I'd already queued up for ages to pay and couldn't face it a second time.
Spent the afternoon pottering, potting up. Not so easy with the mook, as she trampled one plant to death in her efforts to 'help' as well as leaving a trail of little black footprints behind. Anyway, all done save 3 geraniums which sneaked in and are sat on the table upstairs, waiting for their new home.
Unremarkable (because I can't remember!)evening.