oh dear, i've just promised to move everything from theliving room wall into the bedroom for tomorrows big moving extravaganza. and we're going to ikea next weekend to buy a bed cos he got paid by the beeb. & they've got a sale starting wednesday. this worries my purse strings. then carl told me there is a real unicorn and dissappeared from the internet. that's just MEAN. unicorns, man.
god, the flats going to look like a big fat mess / a real home
! pictures will be provided when its all presentable.
obviously i ended up not getting the bus up to carls. because i'm lame. instead i baked some korvapuusti (finnish cinnamon roll types, a bit like the ones you get ikea) but it was my second time doing it without mum or my nan (first time was horrid, i burned them and learned that brown sugar is really no good for this) and i didnt put 'enough' sugar in the filling. they're good, but finnish standards. but i just know carl won't be impressed / like them because he has an english palate. they like sugary things in this country. (you know the 'myth' about their teeth) i might make some custard ones later, he'll appreciate those.
my mum told me to look into flight from ryan air for home in the autumn, and typically they have a sale. but i don't have the money to buy the tickets right now. even with no fare, just taxes its still £100 for two people, and i have less than £80 in the bank. so yeah.
anyway i think i'm off. i've been at the library far too long. & i've got staples to go to. only a couple more pages of your pretty face issue four to go. it's a fucking epic (54 pages at the moment..)
ps. the real unicorn
. i say awww.