G'day cobbers
Why are men such massive dicks at times? It's routinely acknowledged by everyone ever that kids party days are massive stress and should be finished with a takeaway and vat of wine with whisky chasers. Hardly the time for snippy comments and bellendery. .
I do worry about the males of the species. Especially my own. I nearly vomited in a pair of trainers I found in a corner of ds2's room today, the smell of them was absolutely grotesque. I just threw them straight out the window. They're still out there.
In other news I had a proper TB dream last night. He featured in his chubbed up Strike coat 😄. I was gobbing on to someone about how I'd liked him before everyone else had realised he was so fabulous and it turned into him leaning on the car looking across to me (as in the filming photos) and laughing saying that he knew that but I really ought not to get riled with the fact everyone knows him now. It then went a bit odd and turned into us looking round the Haworth vicarage for a location for a new radio play (erm.... stooopid Comtess, why would they go on location for Radio you daft cow). Unfortunately, at no time did I get to get my hands inside the big coat. Wasted.
Sorry to hear it's cold and foggy etc. Erm, I'll not tell you the weather here.