Burrito

The clay family regard the kitchen with disdain

It’s a mess

I’m sat contemplating what to do about it,

Hiding behind my blog….at the kitchen table

Since the twins arrived the cottage resembles a war zone

I saw my friend Polly for brunch

She was a doctor at the hospice and we see each other every few months for a chat and a catch up

She is bright and intelligent and warm.

We ate a dry brunch fry up at Bryn Williams whch needed some sauce to it, like it always does but still I said nothing to the waiter.

It suddenly felt like Christmas , after she had gone and I walked the dogs down Colwyn Bay Promenade like people do so much on Boxing Day. 

Diverting from the talk in hand I’ve been stalking one of the lisping choir members , he’s a delightfully animated  character ( see  1.58 into the video)

I’ve been wasting time watching his hips roll, he looks a Happy soul

Ok the washing up needs doing!!!!

My clay family frown at my frivolity and they glare

I stop stalking Geraldo and contemplate the cat nip stuffed toy my sister ann gave the twins only yesterday.

It lies in at least 14 tufts on the kitchen floor.

Geraldo rolls his hands and sings lustily about a Spanish donkey in my mind

But alas, the cottage needs a clean 

Hey ho