I was somewhat disappointed this morning to learn that, yet again, Mr B has been overlooked in the choice of this year's "Sexiest Man Alive." I imagine I am not the only loyal woman who feels similar chagrin on behalf
of her fella.
The honour, determined by America's People magazine, has been bestowed on someone called Channing Tatum, despite (or perhaps because of) the fact that I have never heard of him.
This is not his fault - I am sure he is a sweet boy and that his mother loves him. It is all down to me not keeping sufficiently up-to-date in such matters.
I had a quick look through the list
of men who have taken the title of "Sexiest Man Alive" over the last ten years and, to be honest, there isn't one, with the possible exception of George Clooney (2006) who would make it onto my list. And some people just can't take a compliment,
you know. Like Channing, who is reported to have said: "Y'all messing with me!" when he heard the news of his Great Honour. It's not exactly what you expect from the Sexiest Man Alive, is it? Whatever happened to: "Here's looking at you, kid" or, better still,
"Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn!" Now that's more like it...
Anyway, I am on the look out for another man. He doesn't have to be sexy, in fact I'd much rather he wasn't. There's only so much
excitement a gal can take, especially at my age. What he needs is a van. And a certificate saying he is registered to dispose of other people's rubbish. A Man With A Van - that's what I need.
The Clearing Out The Garage project is all but completed. The garage looks fab with its new ceiling, its smart strip lights, its useful rows of shelves, its freshly painted doors. It's also remarkably, well, clear. It's a great
pity, I think to myself, that we have to put anything back into our garage at all - then I look round at all the "stuff" cluttering up our house at the moment and I think again. Wasn't the whole idea of the Clearing Out The Garage Project to
identify storage space, I remind myself. Tomorrow Mr B and I will tackle the task of moving all the "stuff" back into the garage and ensuring that we have (as I've said before) a place for everything and everything in its place.
Meanwhile there is a another pile of "stuff" on our drive. This is where my Man With A Van comes in. I need him to arrive, in his van, and magic it all away. Preferably tomorrow. If not the next day.
Soon, dear readers, Mr B and I will start on our new project. With a quite startling lack of originality, we are calling it the Clearing Out The Loft Project. Oh, the "stuff" we will
discover, the junk we will clear, the car-loads of rubbish we will convey to the tip (sorry, Waste Amenity Site), the stories I will have to tell you, via the Daily Blog!
I bet you just can't wait...