Typical! Bloody freezing here in London. Last Sunday we spent a sunny afternoon on the banks of the Thames, waving to all the weekend sailors - this weekend its up in the attic to sort out the coats and woolies. So own up! Whose been prattling on 'It's too hot for me!'. What's worse? Not having a tan - or having a tan hidden under four layers?
Made an emergency dash to Datona - for some reason known only to himself, the eldest got up around midday, had a leisurely bath, then decided to pick up an obscure part for his bike - with only an hour to go before work. I'm sure he does it on purpose.
Said him: Just because you're nearly fifty - no need to drive like a fifty year old. Cheeky little beggar. I'm nowhere near fifty. Thirty hair raising minutes later, returned home to find the part was the wrong part.
Salsa dancing tonight for the first time. Bet I'll be good at that! Just slip on a little slinky number and wriggle the old hips up and down. At least I can show off the tan.
