Thursday, 3 November 2011

Sometimes you just have to get on with it

Now the dust of last weekend has finally settled - unlike my stomach and connected storage areas - my dad has arrived to knock some sense into me.

But he hasn't got long. 

Because Wee John arrives tomorrow night. 

Jamie and Charlotte can't believe their luck. 

And I can't believe I'm going to have to drink again. 

In fact, I'm writing this with a full glass of wine sitting beside me.

I trust I have your sympathy.