My husband has worked away all week. he returned last night and has gone to work again this morning.
Such is the life of a senior academic.
I shall be driving over to the University later to join him and the other boffins for dinner.
I have just spent a frustrating 30 minutes trying to get William to have his medication.
The old boy is a clever old sausage when it comes to spitting out tablets, I wanted to weed the flower beds in readiness for house showing......
I caught two middle aged women peeping through the kitchen window on the lane at lunchtime.
They were part of a rambler group.
Other people's houses hold a fascination for some people and they were having a right old "neb" until I suddenly walked around the side of the fridge
For some strange reason I found myself pulling up my third best walking dead T shirt and exposing my stomach to them, which made them jump back in shock ( or could it be disgust?)
I've never done such a bizarre thing before in my life
thank goodness I had my pants on