I think our relationship has progressed enough for me to divulge a secret. Imagine it's like you've been going out with someone for a while, then they tell you they like piercing themselves at the point of climax (funny thing, actually did happen to someone), but it's not as weird as that; it may be, actually- you decide.
It's this:
Whenever you go to a department store- for me, it's John Lewis- do you ever pass by the 'homeware' section? Do you ever stop there? How about making an audible noise akin to 'oooh' whenever you see matching kitchen appliances?
This is my life.
I could spend hours perusing matching kitchen appliances. I don't know what it is, but I think that the shininess of all-blue/pink/red/green toasters, blenders and food mixers is one of the big factors in my obsession.
But wait, there's more.
I found the BEST household appliances last night. I'll show you some pictures- hold on to your eyes.
Are you still with me, You? I understand if you've had a brain haemorrhage, probably due to the last image. If you're still conscious, would you fancy forming a fan/support group with me?
Please.
Yours unashamedly-fan-of-dishwashersedly,
M.
P.S. I rewatched Les Mis last night; how bad is Hugh Jackman? His voice annoys me- why would you try not to falsetto Bring Him Home? Conversely, Eddie Redmayne did nothing BUT falsetto. So why do film directors cast actors who aren't that good, but they're famous so it's allegedly alright? And Samantha Barks was FABULOUS, if not incredibly tiny-waisted, and she was fairly unheard-of! I just hope the film of Into The Woods is better. Please.
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