do it, paddle. siphon off that £100 and treat yourself.
your grey doesn't "show', tho, not like us brunettes.
and foxie, join the health club. mothers are so rubbish at looking after themselves, i've decided. don't know how many words i've written about the importance of doing this, but rarely do it myself 'haven't got time'
"well, make time" (know even harder if you're a lone parent).
the smallest pamper makes yoiu feel so good, doesn't it?
today's sermon over, as you were..
your girls' night out sounds fab, paddle.
foxie - took little fellas to the hairdressers. ds1 interrogated our lovely hairdresser about her (now ex) boyfriend.
had one of those fab adult/child two-level conversations.
ie; DS1 "was it a fairytale romance?"
hairdresser: 'well, he told a lot of fairytales."
ds1; 'That's nice."
ds2 chipping in;'I've got 10 girlfriends.'
hairdresser;'you'd get on well with my ex."
ds2:'would i?"
they were in all innocence and we were in stitches.
but she's lovely and stunning to boot (what does that phrase mean?), so what a fool.