Nobody is perfect.
Nobody has a perfect life.
If ever I feel sorry for myself, I think long and hard and realise how lucky I am.
The stupidity and immaturity of people is overwhelming.

Rant Over.

The next few days will consist of DVDs, good books, May Vogue, Lavender Tea, Minstrels, quality time with my mama, and possibly shopping. More likely to be window shopping as I feel yukky.

I signed up to the Irish equivalent of Netflix. There are 39 movies in my queue. I have a lot of films to see.
Any suggestions?