I’m currently dealing with a carpet company who sent me the wrong rug.
An expensive luscious addition to our newly decorated home. Count yourself lucky I’ve not shared the fun and tribulations of the decoration saga. Although you may have enjoyed the me falling off the step ladder, bouncing off of Saucy, landing on the floor, soon to be joined by Cornflake rushing to my aide tripping in the plastic sheeting that was protecting the sofa story.
Frenchie and Goodly did.
Anyhow, back on track, the carpet company have been super helpful and a pleasure to deal with, all bar the initial mistake. Simultaneously I have just anti mould treated a fabulous coat of mine instead of giving it a waterproofing spray. It’s in the wash now and I’m hoping the damage done by a heavy duty bleach application may be interesting rather than disastrous.
We’ll see, but honestly wrong rug or bleached coat? Accidents happen.
The grim reaper however needs to take more care. Dolly, then a day later Frank-N-Furter? I know he knows the octogenarian that needs to go. I know he does.
Answer me this, has there ever been an actor able to be more deliciously naughty than Tim Curry?
I didn’t think so.
I hope the link works this lady got straight on to the grim reaper for a word
fat tart 