Hi Ladies, How ya'll doin'?
The childless, workaholic friend came around on Saturday. She has fallen on love and was absolutely full of it, her happiness was infectious which was nice. 'Them were the days,' one thinks to oneself.
Ican't beleive what is happening to 'us' though. I was struggling to take my knickers off before getting into bed the other evening and grabbed dh for support. He looked at me strangely and said "What's this? Oh I thought we were plying wibbly wobbly"
"Wibbly wobbly?" I said, thinking this was a newly made up term for pinky and perky, so to speak.
"Yes, you know, Fimble Valley? That's the game the Fimbles were playing. Who could hold still the longest without wobbling?"
Errr Doh!!
Not to mention the fact I was humming "There's a friend in Fimble valley.." on our way out of the house this morning.
Dear oh dear. Is this what things are coming to? And does it get worse?