Now to my defense I am quite blind. Quite. I discovered this when dragged to a rugby game with my dad and I couldnt see the score. On the humungous board. I have glasses somewhere but the frames are a pale pink and I look retarded in them so I would rather be blind.
It took me a while to realise it was Miss Hamilton at the bottom of the gate, at first I thought it was a nosy neighbour, then for some reason it looked like the BF's canadian cousin. And then my stupid little brain connected with my useless sight and I realised it was my best friend back from Sydney.
She has cut all her long, wild hair off for a drastic change, a pixie cut and she looks gorge. Anyhow I am counting the minutes to finish work so I can hijack her and get to the beach. I may have to attack her with a razor before hand.
Summer has begun, the Hamilton is in town!