La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.
La, la, la, la, la.
Singing scales falls easily from my throat, dear diary, that reminds me, my pussy, I must take her to the vet.
She may be 16, but she goes like a steam train. I want to have her back legs taken off and fit her with one of those little pram things they see in That's life. I love Cyril, he's so funny.
I was watching Hollyoaks and they had a girl on there that had had (two hads, hee hee...) a full face transplant. I wondor how much that cost..
I must ring Simon and talk about doing the National Anthem again. He wants me to do the Spanish one first to see how it goes. I don't understand.. He knows best.
That reminds me I must buy a new candle.
...
and a jelly.
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