“Not My Good Eye!” 👁

Date: 5/11/2018

I was trying to hitch a lift with the kardashians but Just as I sat sandwiched between khloe and Kim, I had to jump out because there wasn’t room for Kourtney. Instead, I had to wait for the next lift with Scott, who took me to a derelict area where these kids were riding around on an assortment of bikes. Here, I met my husband, who was buying MORE clothes (he has more clothes than a clothes factory!) and he said, rather camply; “Yeah, but these are for October wardrobe!” Next scene: I was at St Margaret’s , where my mother in law was running a baking class. We were making biscuits and had to ice them with our own intricate designs, with help from an assortment of random stencils. But halfway through, she realised she had other - obviously more important - places to be and made a dash for it. “But what about our biscuits?” I asked. “Oh... just scrap that! We’re doing knitting next week!” She replied, edging towards the door. Next scene; I had met my friend Liz in what looked like some kind of junk yard. She was smashing up tiny bits of metal with a huge hammer and wanted me to help. I didn’t like it though. I didn’t have any safety goggles and the tiny bits of metal were flying left, right and centre. I feared they might go into my ‘Good’ eye. Oh god... not my good eye!