Down red lane

This is no.1 son, eating a grape. Maybe you didn't need that explaining??

He had eaten fish fingers, homemade chunky chips and beans at his childminders, followed by choc ice and home made popcorn, yet was 'desperately starving' when he got home. He was chancing his arm for chocolate. He got grapes <cackles in 'evil mother' type way>

So, it's been ages. Busy work, busy kids, blah blah...

Anything interesting?? Probably not ;-) I arrived to pay my usual cheapo £2.50* in the car park on tuesday, but (alarmingly) was not greeted by the charming, roguish middle aged man in a beat up old nova..... but by a 17 year old kid in a superdry jacket and a Bentley. Oh dear God. Managed to string enough of sentence together to procure a parking ticket and then stumbled off grumbling to myself that I must be doing something wrong....... or I'm not selling enough drugs.... who can tell??

Anyway, It's Thursday.. which is my Friday!! So yay to red wine and pizza :-)

We're going to see a house nearby on Saturday morning that has recently been repossessed, not to gloat you understand(!), but to see if we could be inspired to put our house on the market. What do you mean no-one would want it??? What about the squirrel skirmishes in the roof and the crazy pyscho neighbour**? It's a dream property!!


*this guarantees a space inside a ruined building with precarious pillars and prostitutes patrolling the perimeter*** (it's classy AND a full £1 a day cheaper than a more salubrious alternative)

**don't get me started!


***I didn't even plan that alliteration!!!!