After a year in the smelly rental, we’ve finally moved into our lovely new house.
As we still need quite a few bits and pieces, I’ve been falling into bed (well, onto a mattress on the floor), and browsing ebay well into the small hours.
I think I must be over-tired, because the type of grammatical or sense error that would normally irritate me is starting to seem rather poetic. In fact I dreamt last night of a white day bed suffering little pain while haring around a field with a brindled greyhound in hot pursuit, jaws snapping. (See ad above, which I read before falling asleep.) I’d like to say I dreamt of wraith-like ‘smoke pets’ in their free home too, but I’d be lying…
We still need quite a lot of stuff, so if I see any more badly-written but lyrical ebay ads, I’ll let you know.