Two little dickie birds ...

sitting on a wall
one named Peter, one named Paul
Fly away Peter, fly away Paul
Come back Peter, come back Paul

The view from my office window which I left at 7 pm this evening wondering if:-

a) is it worth having Friday AND Monday off, and
b) am I losing the plot?

Never mind after a few glasses of something red and smooth and Mr. T attempting to cook dinner I am sure I will be right as rain. Anyway, I am so looking forward to our weekend in Gloucestershire, staying in the house I grew up in from late '40's to mid- '70's and which is now a B&B. Mr. T & I are going to sleep in what used to be the old woodshed and stables - The owners assure us that the annexe now has h&c, dbl bed, c&t making facilities and even free wi-fi.

Whoopee my weekend starts here .... and after too many of the smooth red stuff I probably will lose the plot!