Almost as funny as the post were the comments.
Then again, I do have to say… once you start counting the poop (how many poos per metre); from there it’s only a short squat to foaming at the mouth, accosting strangers, wearing tatty cardigans and drinking Gold Label straight from the bottle.
I don’t think that Piglet in France has to worry about that (although I haven’t checked her cardigan collection), her blog shows that she’s still a fair way from the funny farm.
And that’s not to say that this isn’t a funny blog!
Far from it; there’s humour all about. Take a look at this post about dieting… 10 weeks, 10 kilos, 10 commandments… 10 years trying. Oh, those commandments! I don’t know if I should tell Piglet that Life is too Short to be hungry or that Plump is going to be the new Slim!
I even sniggered when I read Hair Horror. What happens when a Brit goes to a French hairdressers. My advice would be to do as I do; always ask for a number 3 on the sides and a number 4 on top. They never get that wrong, it takes 5 seconds and only costs tuppence!
I enjoyed Piglet’s little rant about The Vampire Tax Man and had my thoughts provoked by her essay on My bread is a germ free zone…. I especially liked the mention of putting the baguette on the car seat (you know, the one where the dog sits!) – I have a feeling that Piglet has a dog poop fetish?
After the recent weather, Piget posts the obligatory post about Snow, and then laughs at herself for doing so.
I like that; that shows that this is a very honest blog.
Although, I do wonder whether Piglet had a couple of pairs of tarcksuit bottoms in her wardrobe when she wrote Bad, mad fashion! Tracksuit bottoms it is!
Even if she did, I do feel a bit sorry for her for the trouble she is having with The Grandmother in Law.
My advice there is sooooo… rude that I can’t possibly publish it here (but it does involve building a collection of undertakers catalogues, if such things exist, and leaving them lying around on family occasions!)
So, if I were you, I’d rush over to Piglet in France.
I’ve heard that France is for Sale so you might want to get there quick before some Arab snaps it up and then wins the FA cup for the next three years in a row (sorry, some end of season football stress just escaped there – it’s a Spurs thing!)
Me, I’m going to read Piglet’s 5 useful tips for driving in France and then I’m going to ignore the lot of them and get bevvied up and wobble my way home on a pushbike (at 3am in the morning.)
Oops – almost forgot! Must read instructions from Piglet on How (NOT) to eat fondue! Read and digest; I shall be testing you later on!
All the best