If I close the door to the bathroom or whatever, apparently he’ll sit at the door with his nose pressed up against it. I think I created a monster. A love monster.
Haha and every potentional boyfriend (or girlfriend) must be ready to share you with him 😄
I hope there’s some kind of Revolutionary War re-enactment in the cemetery today because I keep hearing what sounds like rifles and the occasional cannon fire.
I've got a big effing record collection. What happens if I can't take my records with me when I go? I've got a sneaky feeling that whether I go upstairs or downstairs, they will be playing Cliff Richard when I get there. Imagine going upstairs to heaven and they're only play yacht music, elevator music, Cliff Richard or worse, forever. And it will be exactly the same music downstairs the other way. That is some twist. Fair enough, go downstairs, listen to Cliff Richard, but if you've been flippin' well good, why should you have to listen to CLIFF FOR EVER.
Either way, being dead is going to be like listening to a Shirt local radio station. And Vanessa Feltz is the radio host/DJ. You won't be listening to The Cure, especially their new album when you're dead.