Life is Sweet

Days don't get much better than today, having waited in all morning for The Blonde Bomber, she eventually turned up not in the morning as advised but in the lunch time, which obviously cannot be called morning, nor can it be called afternoon.  But all was forgiven due to her smiley face and pleasant demeanor, and due to the company I was keeping, Buba was delivered to my door at 11am for babysitting services. God he is rather gorgeous and the best of company, although being full of shit was an understatement, especially when he decided he no longer wanted to be full of shit. YUK I dont remember it being that green.

Lunch for Buba was 1PM and was duly served at wrist temperature, he had finished the bottle by the time the Bomber arrived to collect her instrument of torture, fortunately she had bought along her 13 year old nephew, as between the two of us, she and I would maybe make one almost fit female, but only just.  So young nephew sprung from the truck like a jack in the box on amphetamines and promptly pushed the torturous trainer onto the truck lift, slid it along the trailer and tied it down. Such a clever chap.

Buba and I took ourselves off for an afternoon walk in the sun, glasses on and thermals tucked in.  We had a lovely walk around the town, collected a few necessities and trundled up the road, quick change and back to meet Buba Muma and Buba Daddy at their home, supper smelt lush, and tasted even better, the company wasn't to bad either....

X-factor, its on, its off, its crap, but as usual Kelly was looking lush, the evening passed far too quickly which meant watching the show was a blur of lights and razzle and very little of anything else, probably the best way to watch it. Buba was bathed and massaged and dressed for bed before he was forced to kiss all present, and given his last feed of the day and sent to bed.

Time for the growed ups to sit back and relax, glass in hand and surrounded by the best of company and the nibbles weren't bad either....Its gonna be hard leaving my beautiful friends when we leave, and don't get me started on the family

And to finish off a lovely evening Twilight on the box