Afternoon to yall

Well it has certainly been a while since i have written with the boss preparing to go overseas again i haven had much spare time. With her gone for an extented period and me chewing through my work quickly i now have a some spare time. Soim back *claps*

After having a fairly relaxing Sat. On Sun morning the boy decided he would cook me breaky and we would go to the shops gets some dvds and have abludge day..... Well.... little did we realise that they were all CLOSED! yes that's right i got rushed out the door for what i thought was nothing.... well oh how wrong i was. i thought i would take a long shot and see if we could go to the markets ( thinking that he hated then) and know i love going and browsing around i thought it would be a perfect pay back for rushing me. BOY i was Wrong

So off we went to Liverpool markets ( one of my clients) with me in the passenger seat frantically ringing them to make sure they were open before we jumped on the free way... Which they were.

A we parked the look on boys face said it all " where the hell has she brought me" from the outside it looks like a giant shed. as we crossed the road we could hear carni music and that look was priceless... as we wondered around he spotted a stall with (la git) football memorabilia we stopped half an hour later he decided on one. with leaving the stall he claimed he was( wrapped) we continued to look and he bought a few more items. Then the stall whom ( unfortunately ) i don't have has a client called OZ Rock well this bloke was plain out rude and obnoxious really got my blood boiling he sell band t shirts. Whilst browsing he came over ( as most stall holders do) and proceeded to ask what nationality i was. I told him Australian and in other words he pretty much told me i was a liar and that i couldn't be i had to beItalian or something (Below is a photo of me n the boy on v day this yr)

He then pointed to the boy and said look at him is Aussie his WHITE. Well as the blood rushed to my head i kept my mouth shut ( not remembering if he was a client or not) i stood there completely gob smack as he carried on about othercertain nationalities who make up quite a large percentage of stall holders at this market, and how they have ruined this country. At the next available moment we hit it outta there talking about that experience for the next few hours with my new nickname ( for this week at least) being my little Italian Minx.... Thanks Boy!!

On the Ride home the biggest shock it me, he suggested that we do markets at least every 2 weeks... well if i had been standing i think i would have fallen over. This suggestion i will be keeping him to.. so our next adventure will be .......Parklea

So Till next time Enjoy

xxxx