Clever Trevor, Ramblings

I’ve had my hair bleached for Mother’s Day and I’m officially under 10 stone.

I’ve had my hair bleached for Mother’s Day and I’m officially under 10 stone.

It doesn’t take much to make me happy.

Trevor didn’t appreciate going to get my hair done and was an utter twat. He howled whilst I was getting the toner put on my hair. He wouldn’t sit still, wouldn’t have a nap and kept trumping. The nice stylists kept looking around for an actual pile of dog shit, such was the stench.

I have been bought a bottle of Fleurie for Mother’s Day and some gin and tonic popcorn. Dangerous has also dug out my “push present” from when I had Bella, to sell.
The little shits seem most perturbed that we are both happy to sell my diamond necklace. I don’t like diamonds. I don’t like real jewellery. I’m not sure what came over him when he bought it. I don’t think that he knows what came over him when he bought it.

Does anybody know anywhere good that buys second hand jewellery? I’m sure that we will be disappointed with what it’s worth but it will probably cover a couple of Zara visits.