Sing-A-Longs = Fun-A-Lot.. what?

Its the days were you don’t do much that can turn into an amazing day.

With big plans to go to thorpe park with Charlotte today, me finding out that it will be busy as fright night was still on, me hurting my knee at work the day before and how horrible the weather was, we agreed to stay in and have a baking day instead.

So armed with our coats and our umbrellas we walked down to the shops to grab our ingredients for our baking (rocky road from Charlotte and lamingtons from me).  Charlotte also came up with the idea of making cheese steak sandwiches with chips with chicken salt (the salt of Gods)

After cleaning the kitchen, the baking began while watching Bridget Jones’s Diary and discovering that we are living a slightly younger version of that movie and figuring out how much time we have left until we meet our Mark Darcy who will like us “just as we are”

Maybe it was the chocolate and sugar in the air but an impromptu sing-a-long/ dance-a-long started.  It started out innocent.  A bit of one direction.  A bit of S Club 7 , throw in some Nikki Webster and we were off.

We then got the brilliant idea of getting dramatic whilst singing into a sky remote and a febreeze air freshener bottle while singing no air from Jordan Sparks which lead to a killer dramatic playlist.

Un-break my heart - Toni Braxton

Hero - Enrique Inglesias

Against all odds - Mariah Carey ft Westlife

Without you - Mariah Carey

Make you feel my love- Adele

Bring me to life - Evanescence

End of the road - Boys 2 men

Never ever - All Saints

Things picked up after that with rousing renditions of the cell block tango, Hillary Duff songs, and then the sad realisation that I still remember all the words and dance moves to high school musical.

At this point the rest of the female housemates in my house arrived home so Charlotte and I decided to end the night with the Time Warp.

I think it is important to remember that we were both completely sober and both had a great night.  

Oh and yeah we did bake our goodies aswell.

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Cats are not this girls best friend

Charlie is evil... I'm convinced

Before moving into my house I have never been in a house with cats.  The closest I have been is house sitting a place that had 2 cats, but due to a cat flap, all I had to do was to refill the food and water.  Living with 2 cats in London couldn’t be any worse than that right?  WRONG!

So I am gathering together an ever growing list of why I will be forever a dog person.

The horror that started it all.  One of the cats (Charlie) had decided that after being let outside, that the only entrance back into the house was through my room.  And the only appropriate time to want to be let back inside was between the hours of 2am and 5am.  As it was summer at this point, and I had been leaving my window open, this wasn’t a huge problem.  But when I decided to close my window, Charlie then decided to head-butt, meow, and claw at my window until I let him in.  It is now a common occurrence for Charlie to cry at my window, and for me to now roll over and go back to sleep.  

We now have to close our bathroom door.  Why you may be thinking.  One of the cats (the blame is getting put on Charlie) has decided that even though he goes outside, and there is kitty litter in the hall, that he would much prefer to go to the bathroom in the bath.  After a few months of constantly closing the door, we tried leaving the door open once more.  Nope.  It took less than a week for the bath to be stinking up once more.

Speaking of the stink… WOW.  I’ve had dogs pretty much my whole life so I have cleaned up some interesting mess in my lifetime.  At no point have I had to clean up anything that smells as bad as what comes out the wrong end of a cat.  

They don't care where they go to the bathroom.  Well at least the ones that I live with don’t.  If they want to take a dump on our sofa, God help you when you come downstairs in the morning.  If they get locked in a room, prepare yourself when you open your door for a massive pile of poo to be waiting for you.  And just to spite you, if they want to pee on your laptop and duvet, get ready to buy new covers because there is nothing getting rid of that smell (believe me, Thom has tried)

When you add all of that to the evil looks I receive from the top of my stairs when I open the front door and I cannot fathom why anybody would want these creatures with all the attitude and sass in their houses.  Bring back the dog!

Aussie Out

xo

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