Oh dear, the ladies in my office have just told me off for not knowing any uk prime ministers between Churchhill and Thatcher, well I'm sorry but none of that interests me, so I've just been yelled at and now I'm having a history lesson. Grr fuck off old women!
I've also had to email Bill (my father) and I've asked him to call my nan (his mum) because I saw her on Sat and she said that he doesn't call her any more, then I emailed him again to ask him to send my sister an email because she's worried that she hasn't heard from him in a while. I shouldn't have to do this, he's old enough to be responsible for calling his own mum and emailing his own daughter. FUCK SAKE.
I've also had to email Bill (my father) and I've asked him to call my nan (his mum) because I saw her on Sat and she said that he doesn't call her any more, then I emailed him again to ask him to send my sister an email because she's worried that she hasn't heard from him in a while. I shouldn't have to do this, he's old enough to be responsible for calling his own mum and emailing his own daughter. FUCK SAKE.
Did you make the bread yet and how did it turn out?, we've got one of those bread makers which is OK but I've always fancied making bread by hand. Actually I've always said that if I win the lottery I'd have an old fashioned bakery/come tea, shop make hand made bread and cakes and serve with a nice pot of earl grey