WASPS! Hated them since i was about seven years old... My friends and family will attest to the fact that they seek me out. Their heads are about ten times bigger than their bodies and the antenna and eyes always look directly at me!
I can remember being in Austria one summer, years ago... now the wasps there are the size of flamin' spitfire aeroplanes. As I was being accosted by a frickin' enormous wasp in the middle of a cafe this kind Austrian gentleman came to my aid and caused the wasp to cast of its mortal coil.
Now I do not speak german at all but aided by fright, adrenaline, whatever I suddenly exclaimed in fluent german... "Die Wespe, ist es tot bitte?" My then husband's head swivelled on his shoulder to look at me in amazement at my words and accent... weird innit wot fright'll do...
Haben Sie einen schönen Tag! ;-)
Wendy
xx
Please... shut the fuck up about Christmas!!!
Sorry, but honestly... We haven't even got to Michaelmas yet
I've also noticed how many snails there are this year also... I detest the crunch sound as you accidentally step on one... especially when wearing sandals... ewwwww!
This vaguely reminded of a visiting friend who, on arrival at Wobbly Towers, commented on the overpowering odour from a fellow traveller on the bus. A few weeks later there was a report in the local rag of a man who was kicked off of a bus on the same route due to complaints from fellow passengers...
The reason for his odour, according to the report, was due entirely to Chemotherapy for Cancer... I have no way of verifying this but we guessed it was the same gentleman and my heart went out to him for his suffering on different facets.
Some people do have a naturally strong body odour and no amount of washing will cure them of it... I would have thought that the illness should die out eventually as they'd only have only a minimal chance of procreation.
Cheers me dears and happy weekend!
November for me...
Hallowe'en beckons in November with ankle high leaf fall giving off that scent of leaf mulsh. Guy Fawkes night, excited children, warm bonfires, exciting fireworks, bonfire toffee, flapjack, sausages, mulled wine and warm faces chatting away till the embers die. Remembrance Sunday, paying homage and giving thanks to those that defended our way of life... Wear your poppy with pride and gratitude.
MY BIRTHDAY ;-)
Xmas lights are turned on at the end of the month and then it is the countdown to Xmas!
Woo hoooooooo!
Your post made me realise that we hadn't let folk know if we smoked or not. It can be a difficult subject...
I don't smoke but GT does... He'll have to stop smoking though if it stops me getting playful with George Clooney and his Mrs... ;-)
I'm a simple country girl you see, bright lights, big city! 
)... perhaps we should have gone to Derby instead for drinks... *sigh*
