Mucky Pup

L: God these doors are filthy. You'd think she would notice and clean them.
P: I've heard her says it's a man's job...
L: Oh well, that'll be another job on Dad's list. When is he home?
P: Easter?
L: Flip me...not much of a view for us then for the next three months!
P: She is a mucky pup. And anyway...where is she? I have a ball that needs to be thrown.
L: Muuuuuuummmm....
P: I have to ask...why do you your arse on that step? You look like a doofus...
L: Muuuuuummmmm....Pippa's picking on me!!.

I think that my entire body except my head and neck is better. Those two parts are stubbornly giving me grief. Doc's appointment tomorrow to see if I am carrying any bugs from Doha. I'll be naffed off if this bloody headache doesn't go aware cos seriously, I'd like to go to work sometime soon. Please.

On another note. I washed my down duvet jacket and was mortified when it came out of the wash like a little rag. Thought I'd trashed it...thank god for tumble driers!

And I've booked February half term. Me and the pooches are off for a girly adventure...so, my Edinburgh chums, let's hit the beaches on Sunday 17th February! We have ourselves an apartment in Edinburgh for a couple of nights and can't wait to meet our blip buddies!! Leanne, PT, Pixel8...get the date in your diaries! ;0)