Well Travelled

it's 915pm and we are home, the Little Princes are delivered safe and sound to Auldtown, and My Beloved is now in bed, he has been struck down by some mysterious disease, he was fine when he were eating a plate of Roast Beef with all the trimmings around 1pm, I say plate but it was actually served on a platter - and we are talking sharing plater.  He believes he has been struck down with food poisoning, well unless he had a different cow to us I doubt it very much.  He has over indulged on Vindaloo, Pease pudding, Ham and Stottie, Sausage rolls, and cheap Acetone laced Sauvignon Blanc by the keg.  Helloo.. your digestive system doesn't know whether its coming or going so its given out...

So I'm sitting in the company of Michael Buble and Facebook, eeeee its a great life I have, something mighty fine to look at, and no disturbances.  All was well until Dawn French snogged his face off and covered him in her slap-her red lippy, so not happy about that. But all is returning to normal as she has been whipped off and replaced by Gary Barlow, tell me there is no way he will get his slap-her red lippy puckered up, cos that would just be too much for me to deal with, I'm still having palpatations over Dawn.

We have had a lovely weekend with the family, all the beautiful cowskins young and not so young.  My Sister from another Mather had her birthday today, which would have been fine for her had she not stayed up till stupid o'clock with my other Sister from another Mother, they were both death warmed over and slightly grey this morning as we left, I think it will have been a long day for the pair of them. They laugh at my homing pigeon instincts for bed, but hey I was fresh as a dead daisy this morning.....

The Little Princes discovered tonight on the way home why the nail varnish remover pot wouldn't remove nail varnish, turns out I had picked up no more bite your nails, and apparently it doesn't remove varnish, but hell it tastes crap, I remember drinking from a glass last night and thinking it tasted odd, but when it happened on my diet coke can I thought my hands needed washing, but I didn't realise it was the stupid no more bite your nails all over my fingers since I had forced youngest Princes fingers in and rotated them, not understanding why the varnish wasn't even smudged......... needless to say they thought this was highly amusing.