Morning cobbers!
Apols for protracted absence - we have all been horribly ill with a dreadful dose of a norovirus. Ds4 the culprit Typhoid Mary, and despite my vigorous and expert counter-infection measures, by the point he'd exploded from all orifices, he'd infected us all. Mr C hasn't been sick for years. I have an otherworldly immune system so I was the only one not actually sick but I was queasy for days and felt rough. We are again putting it down to foreign germs. Ick.
No news of girlfriends/ obvious six pack flashing or other vicarious fun I'm afraid Helen. Though ds2 has told me today he needs a total wardrobe revamp for summer. And it'll be expensive. Tart.
Btw it turns out 'six packing' means something else here which I hadn't heard used on home shores. Sadly ds2 had to spell out what it did mean to Mr C, causing Mr C to reply 'Christ, don't repeat that in the hearing of your mother, lad, will you?'. Naturally I then tortured him (Mr not ds) until he told me. It's now ruined what I cheerfully used for muscular abdomens. Now need new saying.
Under two weeks til T will be here for a month though and I'm so looking forward to it. We've been writing an emergency list of stuff he needs to bring us.
I say Badders I've not seen that pic of Kit before. Ooof.
Nice to see Denmark St filming. It's going to be fab.
Fancy what news of Homeland airing in U.K.? Also, great news ref D83. Hope theyre filming new one now....
Off in to work. Laters lovelies