Cutiepie pics, Jam! Can't seem to get a picture of Little O smiling. It's like capturing lightning in a bottle.
One single glass of rather delicious champagne led to a quite a boozy session last night. Out came some nice red. And then some port. Which all culminated in a very nasty, bruising row in the early hours of the morning which was a real, real shame. I HATE arguments and arguments with a barrister are no fun at the best of times as it's like being given the once over in court. Mind you, I can give as good as I get It was all a bit horrible so we are both sorry, quiet and tired today.
Anyway, got naff all done today so I'm a little annoyed with myself, largely because we went to lunch at Daylesford to cheer ourselves up (poncy groceries, cafe, home stuff and spa in the Cotswolds in converted barns - very pleasant place but daftly expensive - nice for cake and coffee though if you are ever in the vicinity, good people watching there). Also full of very thin rich women, so a bit of a downer in that regard. O was petted and adored though, which she seems to see as her due She is very nosey, so she likes Daylesford. I put my thumb through a Puffball mushroom there once as I was examining it. We had to buy it as a result and it cost sixteen quid Never quite got over that.
Have good St Valentine's Days tomorrow, all, though you don't need me to remind you it's commercial clappotrappo which we should all rightfully boycott. Except somehow I never seem to