At the beginning of the brilliant film, The Wizard of Oz, Dorothy’s house falls on the Wicked Witch of the East and kills her. At the end of my shopping trip to Ikea on Saturday, a huge brown sofa-bed fell on me. No, it didn’t kill me.
My little feet and hands were wafting around and I looked like a squashed cockroach. Luckily, I wasn’t injured, but I was very cheesed off because nobody came to rescue me. There were no helpful shop assistants, no singing munchkins and no Glinda, the Good Witch of the North. Dorothy got a pair of ruby slippers, and I got a huge headache and a gigantic bill. Did I say I was cheesed off!? Let me say it again………..
On a brighter note, I was over the moon to see and hear some Tunas in Málaga this weekend. I’ve recently been told about these singers, and fancy that, in the same week I saw some. Viva Málaga!! Did I say they were brilliant, even better, two were as drunk as skunks. VIVA, VIVA, VIVA Málaga!!!!!
Want to learn more vocabulary connected to emotions? Yes, sure, why not?