Calendar Girls

We've made it!! Not many people holiday in Birmingham, but we do, cos we get to stay with Grannie and Grumpy. (Grumpy?! Yes, Grumpy. Far more fitting than Grandad, and we get to poke fun out of a lifetime of miserable disposition which is slowly helping him get over himself, as is the Snow White memorabilia he's bought for every birthday and Christmas for the rest of his life. Ironic, and genius.)

Anyway, everything is just as I left it 19 years ago. The carpeted bathroom smells all familiar, the keys for the windows clearly never turned up, and I still find myself instinctively picking cat hairs out of the mugs in the kitchen. (The cats were long since buried. In the garden. In the middle of the lawn. The children trip over their little grave stones whilst playing football.)

Yes yes, so when the heating came on this morning and the August sun came streaming through the window we escaped in to the back garden for breakfast, whereupon The Baby removed all her clothes and set about the dead heading.

Film Star Friday!! So here it is, my entry, Calendar girls. I know it's been done before and I hope I'm on the right side of the rules of decency! Thanks Beewriter for hosting and I hope your head is better.

Ps, did I mention the neighbour is a naturist? I've spared you all I promise!