Last week, I was a bit apprehensive with my mum and dad going away on holiday. Something about me thought that I wouldn’t be able to cope without my mum, that I’d starve to death or something would happen to the dog/plants. But we’re half way through the week and I’m still here! So’s the dog! So’s the plants! Do you know what the best thing is? Now that RIck’s back from Russia and I have some help around here I’m actually beginning to enjoy myself. Whilst we’re not kept under a severe cosh around here there are things that we’re not allowed to do. So we’ve been doing them.
Generally, turning a 3 bedroom semi in Welsh suburbia into a house of trouser. I’m thinking about having a Sexy Bikini Party tomorrow night, and you’re all invited. But before that, any other ideas for what I can do?