So my best pal SFNB sent me an email this morning with the following trash talk directed at moi............. you flatulent, fat arsed, old slapper!

What's he like, cheeky cow, love him, can't help but not, he's the funniest man alive.

Ok so last night's class was painful, thank the lord for my class mate Dennis whom I couldn't be there without, he keeps me sane.  So where was I? Oh yeah so there's only 4 of us last night, it keeps getting smaller by the week, so we're just getting settled when this rather large woman comes clumping in, asking if this is the Javascript Class, which of course it is but hello it's the 3rd class, your a bit late. Apparently she was doing the class online but that it had abruptly stopped and she had been advised to join ours...great, thanks for the nothing.

So she's sat there, barely covering this seat, really big girl, with a long like cream dress on but she's sat with her legs completely wide open, I mean hello, honey close your fucking legs please. God it was nasty, also she keeps interrupting Mark (tutor) with questions that he's about to answer, you know, I mean she just wouldn'T listen, just kept interrupting, so that he would have to repeat what he'd just said even though we'd all got it and were desperately wanting to move onto the next thing but it just never happened because fucking big bird couldn't stop yabbering on. Also even when she wasn't butting in, she would start chunnering on to herself, I swear I thought I was going to killer. Dennis had to keep patting me on the leg to stop my from screaming something.

So by the time I got in I was mentally exhausted, and bloody starving. Morpheus the little love had made me a wonderful dinner, it was great.

Right so that's about it, I also heard from my pal from School Sally yesterday, she's a busy bee running around to organise her wedding whilst looking after her and everyone else's kids.....tough girl. So no plans for this weekend, which is great, going to catch up on some household chores, may even try and get Morpheus over to he 26th flea market tomorrow to check ut their wares, see if we can get ourselves a new side coffee table as I hate the one we have now.

Right then, off for a shower and then trek uptown, god that means I have to wear somthing nice, well I do, it's full of posh people up there.