Laura and the online blog

I have decided to keep an online journal in the hope that it will make my life seem more interesting. It is not interesting at all to actually live my life, in fact it is tedious beyond belief.Perhaps that is not strictly true. For instance, this weekend I indulged in some very exciting pursuits. On Saturday, Sarah and I visited the thriving and heaving metropolis of Belle Vale. We took a 79 bus to the shopping centre and stood outside marvelling at the grotesque architecture and crudely fashioned graffiti adorning the walls. Sarah took a picture to send to Mike and then we entered via the medium of a steep ramp to come face to face with a teeming mass of cut price bargain type shops. Our first port of call was the hospice shop,however the dense, coagulated aroma of BO drove us out after only a quick rummage through the rails.We decided to traverse the length of the establishment before committing ourselves to any more stores. I could feel a deep suicidal depression coming over me as we passed pound shop after pound shop and a stall that sold Egyptian style miniature mummified bodies. We came to a shop called 'Just Beds', but it also sold wardrobes and chests of drawers so the title was clearly a blatant lie as well as being very confusing and misleading.We decided to leave after 20 minutes, only stopping off briefly in 'Pound World', so that I could purchase a giant bar of mint aero and bag of sweets in an attempt to balance my brain chemistry into a somewhat normal range.We studied the bus timetable and decided to go to the Allerton Rd region except we got on the wrong bus and ended up at South Parkway bus station. Neither of us had ever been here before and were quite taken with how quiet and well lit it was. It was stocked with a range of full colour exciting leaflets advertising exciting and fabulous things to do in the North West region. We selected several each and sat reading them and watching buses arrive and depart. After we had had our fill of this activity we decided to go home as it was 3pm and we had experienced such a full day of high octane action.We got the Southport train and I got off at Cressy and Sarah carried on to her homeward bound station of Birkdale.My Sunday was even more exciting. I did some ironing and cut my nails and then cleaned the bathroom ( including washing bathmat ). You may be wondering what I was going to use for a bathmat if mine was in the wash, well I'll tell you. I had cleverly had the presence of mind to purchase a second bathmat from the Matalan sale, so that when my primary bathmat was in the wash I could call upon the services of the secondary one. I do feel it is important in life to always have a fully functioning bathmat at my disposal. I could never imagine anything as crude as throwing a towel down on the floor, or stepping onto wet lino.I also began the arduous task of organising my wardrobe. I am ashamed to say it but I have completely lost control in this area. I got bored of this task very quickly though and have put it on a back burner for the bank holiday weekend.Then Alan came round and we watched Kerry Katona give birth on the telly box and then I went to bed.