How he can seriously think someone is going to pay good money for his ancient crap is beyond me. It’s well past vintage and bordering on antique, and not in a good way. Thirty year old Ikea furniture is not a thing.
Tag Archives: Sleep
Broken Sleep, A Roman Museum & The Male Model
Of course getting home again was a massive relief, but this morning I’m not sore, other than a little in my lower back and I’m nowhere near as incapacitated as I would normally be.
Sleep… Glorious Sleep
Eleven and a half hours sleep seems to have done Bear’s youngest daughter the world of good. She bounced out of bed at 9.30am this morning raring to go, so Bear has taken her to her Volleyball match. Poor Bear, he didn’t sleep that well and looks as tired as I feel.
Dear Diary... 