Thursday, January 24, 2008

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I will sign the contract tomorrow and wave all my money goodbye.
Oh dear santa! When will I become a millionairess??
today one of my colleagues told me that she has a spare ironing board that she can give away.
One less thing to spend money on.
hurray!

2 comments:

AJ said...

Return, return to Ealing,
Worn poet of the farm!
Regain your bodyhood feeling
Of uninvaded calm!
For there the leafy avenues
Of lime and chestnur mix'd
Do widely wind, by art designed,
The costly houses 'twixt.

John Betjeman

Melões Melodia said...

E hoje! E hoje!
Beijos