CK went to Scortln (this is the closest I get to spelling my atrocious Scottish accent. For those North of the border - if it is too nasty please forgive me.) last night which left me alone studiously avoiding my NVQ homework, watching a Johnny Cash biog and knitting the fabulous yarn the divine Miss K included in her swap parcel. I didn't read the label until over the halfway point and apparently I am supposed to crochet with it (oops! I don't crochet)!
So I was sitting there ignoring said homework (Child protection stuff - not nice) when I heard a very odd noise. Like a whisper, a callling. After turning down the sound a little on the telly it was more audible ' bUy ME. OWn mE. LOVE me. YOu nEEd Me.' I tracked it over to the laptop and when the screen cleared I could see Amazon laid before me like some wanton wench on a wild night out!
I did try and resist, really I did. But the pull was too strong. I must confess to you all here and now that I was weak. Oh yes. Mea culpa, mea culpa mea maxima culpa! Before I knew quite what had happened I said yes here and here.
After that it was just a small step to saying yes here.
Then in effort to expiate my guilt I said yes to this but Your Honour it is to be read by and with Babyman and Princess Curly-Wurly so I ask that my motherly fondness be taken into consideration when sentencing. For as you well know m'lud I am a sinner; I suffer from an addiction to books. The lure of the knowledge and information held within them is beyond the power of a mere mortal to resist.
Whe they arrive here at my house I shall burrow free from whichever prison cell I am incarcerated, take pictures (wiping off the dribble first) and share with the court.