1000 views!

"Why do I have a fishing net sticking out of my body?"

   So I gave Ellen the option to either go to New York, or stick around and watch our blog counter hit 4 figures...(she doesn't know what she's missing). I can only liken it to New Years Eve in 1999 when everyone was thinking all the electronics would go up the wall, planes falling out of the sky and all that due to stuff not being programmed date-wise past the 90's.
   'Course that never actually happened, and I doubt Intellectual Idioms will self destruct when some little bloke lands on this page by accident on the thousandth view. In a similar way, the world will not end in 2012-but I'll save that for another time.
   So I've stuck around in England to wait for this moment and do a blog to keep you all half interested in Ellen's absence. (Not really, I didn't want to go to New York because it meant being stuck with the same people I have to put up with at school all week.)
   I've been keeping myself entertained of course, I hope you like the snowman. I started the base which took me ages, went inside for a bit to warm my frost bitten fingers up and when I came back, Dad had "finished it off". What I don't understand is that he made a hat for him out of snow and then stuck a real hat on top. I did a really good one the other year when Strictly Come Dancing was the craze so I made an Ann Widdecombe one.
   I got my Dad to escort me to and from school all of last week because I was not risking slipping over on the utter death trap that is the pavements. I do not understand how I can get overtaken by the tarts taking their tarty little tart steps across the ice in their tarty little ballet pumps. Anyone who has experienced this is thinking the same thing I reckon..."please fall!"
    I hope this did tide you over.
Ria xx