This stuff needs to be sorted out. My phone has too many pictures of my hospitalised face on it for me to be happy with at the moment.
My sister came in to see me today and brought what I can only call the most flattering picture of Henry VIIIth I think I’ve ever seen. And guess what, it looks like me, just without so much facial hair and less expensive clothing. Potentially also minus the fact that I don’t think I was ever monarch of England in my past life, nor did I have 6 wives (yet…I haven’t had 6 wives yet…)
Anyway, slowly but surely my resemblance is less of Henry and more of a chipmunk with weird looking hair (thanks Farly) and questionable taste in attire (can you blame me? the only people I see all day are people who also ask me questions such as, “have you emptied your bowels today?”)
As I write this entry my mum is complaining that I’m making her fat with the amount of biscuits they keep giving us here. Since we never finish the small packets we now have a backlog which we’ve had to store in our very own tupperware box we brought from home. (Oh yeah we’re prepared for this stuff). In a few months, who knows, we might be pitching our very own biscuit company to the Dragons’ Den. Then again, I’ve never really had any desire to meet Peter Jones since I found out that he has no involvement with the department store of the same name. Shame.
Right. Focus. Here are the pictures I’ve been storing to show you. Some are utterly grotesque so I shall explain the feelings behind each one so I can justify why I didn’t look like my normal ‘dressed-to-the-nines, glamorous’ self.
So these are in a really random order and I can’t rearrange them or anything. I’ve got make sure I get a hold of this wordpress thing soon. Explore them as you will. From tomorrow it will be one at a time. I promise. Though if you beg me for more pictures of my gorgeous visage, I shan’t refuse.
Enjoy dear friends!