17 year old,Jasmine and I have just come back from the beach.
What a day.
And a public holiday to boot.
So what inspiring thing did I do today?
I got out of bed at eleven o’clock.
OK…I’ll be honest.
I got out of bed at half past eleven.
How slovenly can one granny get?
I borrowed a Nora Roberts book from DIL.
It is called The Secret.
I couldn’t put the damn thing down.
I just HAD to finish it.
It is a sort of murder story.
The main character,Fiona, trains search and rescue dogs.
It was absolutely fascinating.
I think Barb and RD would love it.
I am looking at Jasmine with new eyes.
Well, I DO have new eyes.
New lenses anyway.
I am considering whether I could teach her to hunt for bodies.
Nah…scratch that idea.
What would I do with them?
Maybe I could train her to look for sugardaddies?
For me to find a sugar Daddy he would have to be 100 in the shade.
Scratch that idea too.
Now I need to paint my nails.
I hate painting my nails.
Get impatient while they are drying.
Then I have to take granddaughter home.
A granny’s work is never done.