Following yet another problem in the house (don't ask!) I have been energised to start sorting out the two rooms which have become "dumping grounds". This resulted in 2 bags to go to the animal sanctuary (old sheets and blankets), 3 bags and 2 boxes to the charity shop and 5 bags to the recycling centre. I decided the deliver the bags to the animal sanctuary and as it is just a 5 minute drive from where I live didn't bother to change from the old scruffy clothes I wore to sort out the rooms (normally I would never leave the house dressed like that). As my luck would have it as I drove into the yard of the sanctuary there were 2 of the poshest ladies in the village just getting out of a car!! So why is it when I am all dressed up I never see anyone - but go out looking like a scarecrow and its like a meeting of the Mothers Union!!
Suggestions for a strong but pet friendly weed killer please.
Angela Rayner is a scrounger, grifter and shameless hypocrite.




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! I realised that my wild white hair surrounding a rather weary-looking, grinning face might not be the ideal way to greet anyone at the door. 

