Plonker Frodney

My Dear Princess and Dear Fellows,

"There was a frog in my room last night."

This is not a euphemism for something disgusting. It was an actual sentence said to me by my actual wife this morning.

As you may remember:

- Dr. Girlfriend (Digi) has taken over our spare room downstairs and
- Caro has taken to sleeping in there with her because she likes falling asleep with a kitty and the boys do not cuddle and
- Dr. Girlfriend likes the downstairs bedroom because we can leave the window open for her to come and go and 
- It has been raining heavily - CONSTANTLY for the past week

So a frog decided to come in last night and was "buzzing" (according to Caro) so loudly that Frodney (the frog) woke her up at 4.30am and there was much excitement and interest from Digi.

Meanwhile, I slept alongside the boys in the big bed, undisturbed.

You be glad to hear that Frodney the Frog was captured and dispatched outside with no harm coming to either himself or Caro. And as you can see in this picture, I then took Caro breakfast in bed. Which Digi shared (she has a liking for poached eggs, apparently).

In other news we watched two Kevin Bridges concerts this weekend. Caro loves it, it takes her right back, she says. 

Her two favourite phrases were of the bloke who was asked why he had not shown his id to get into a club. And he responded, "But when did ah didnae?"

And the second phrase requires censorship. It concerns a heckler who had a go at Kevin and threatened to "punch his c*nt in".

And ANOTHER more supportive heckler threatened Heckler One with the quite beautifully phrased, "Ye're punchin' NAE c*nt's c*nt ya c*nt!"

Caro was CRYING. Tears of homesickness, clearly.

S.