I have just looked at the time.
Up for work at 5:30am… which would be grand if I could actually stop faffing around the place and go to sleep.
Note to self: Late night blogging results in an overactive mind.
Feckin’ rabbit ears – neither cute nor sexy. Some hen party left them lying around the bar and, of course, I thought they would just add that je ne sais pas to my outfit.
“Rabbit ears – transforming nice outfits into knacker outfits since 1901.”
They had a little light in them too.
Luckily I saw sense and took them off… eventually.