follow me..

Title: I wrote 'follow me' on a pile of leaves the other day when I was locked out of the house. I thought it would spread a bit of joy because everyone likes to chase leaves. I let them blow away in the wind so that people will one day follow them. :D I also wrote 'hello I'm mr leaf, nice to meet you' on one too. :)

hey guys.
so sorry that I haven't blogged in so long. It wasn't letting me sign in. Then when I found out how to, I was too lazy to. Haha. :)
But that's beside the point. Here is my blog of today. :)

So after waking up at around 8.15, which was late for me as I decided I was tired. Haha. :) Anyways, after waking up then, I strolled down the stairs to find a drunken boy lying next to the fridge. On the floor, in the kitchen. At this point I should probably point out it was my brother's 18th last night, which would explain all of these sleeping bag mummies in different areas in the house. Anyways, it also smelt like bacon due to the egg and bacon muffins being cooked by Chris in the kitchen. I asked if I could have some, and the mummy I made out to be Harry didn't stir as I opened the fridge door to collect my ketchup.
So that was the beginning of my morning..
I arrived at work at roughly 8.58am. Nothing really happened in the morning. The usual. I wrote an article about construction safety for the company 'Morgan Ashurst' and then highlighted points in the Journal for follow up stories. The front cover of the Journal astonished me this morning though. As I was suprised to see my god damn self on it. Okay, so lets be frank, I was NOT anything to do with the article. But i'm there non the less. :)
Oh, and my article is on page 15. :) BTW. This is the Barnstaple Edition. I'm not a dog, old lady, or whatever else may be on the other editions. :)
ANYWAYS. :) That's my claim to North Devon fame.
I've got Jamaican ginger cake to eat. :P
Lots of love. :)
Kat.