HELLOOOOOO

Here's a picture of me in my cowboy hat (seeing as you lot had done it!) Doesn't look much like a cowboy hat does it? It's frayed...which I like. I could have bothered to put a bit of makeup on couldn't I? Well, no, in my boringness I couldn't even be bothered to glam up for the world wide web.

Well, it seems I've been away for ages. Bangla Jess has now gone (for now). She'll be coming to Brittany with us in two weeks time.

I intend to STOP drinking as of tonight until the night I go to Brittany (a week on Friday).

Not only has Bangla Jess and two of her children been around but I've also been doing other things. On Thursday I went to Hampton Court Flower Show with Nicola and her friend Jane, and on Friday, I went to Swindon to meet up with my oldest friends Bridget and Caroline and their children (not forgetting Bridget's new husband too - but he disappeared off to the Marlborough Jazz Festival for the whole of Saturday) - oh, and their dogs (yawn)

So, anyway, I feel a bit stressed and boring. No house news. I gave up on the BIG house. I saw sense really. Andy has not tried to persuade me to buy the footballer's house, so we are back to the beginning, hoping that one day a house will come on the market that suits us all. I'm half tempted just to buy a place in the south of France and carry on renting here until the kids leave home and then scarper! But, no that is not to be.

I left Andy here on his own for the weekend. When I say on his own I mean with my sisters and family. He seems to have been wined and dined amply - at a restaurant one night! He also went to see the Pirates of the Caribbean! You see, I leave him for a weekend and he turns into a party animal! (well, sort of). He seemed happy when we returned from our weekend away and had managed to make most of the World Cup Party Food for the hordes that descended on us for the evening. What an exciting match! What a fool old Zizou is. His butting of the Italian player caused a large argument in our house!

See, told you I was boring...

Just remembered - When I got back from Swindon yesterday, Alice went to check on the guinea pigs in their run and they weren't there! Much panic ensued and we all got snagged and stung as we walked the periphery of our garden calling for the guinea pigs - as if! I'd asked Andy to move their run so they had fresh grass to eat and he of course (in typical Andy fashion) had not bothered to check that the run was flat on the ground and had put it on a bump so the guinea pigs made a bid for freedom! The Cemetery Two, they were for a good forty minutes. I had visions of coming across a crow pecked corpse in the corn field next door. Eventually, a little grey and white head emerged from under a box bush all of ten feet from their run. A little skirmish ensued with loud hailers, baton chargers and heat seeking cameras, but thankfully the little darlings are back in their run. Funny, though, Andy didn't think to blame himself for the escape of our pets and me and the girls were nice enough not to point the finger of blame at him either...however Botox Babe in her usual blunderbuss fashion did when I told her the story. Much as I love my oldest sister, I think she was born without the tact gene!

My visit to Hampton Court Flower Show last week was great fun and I took these pics for Lettuce:

Shed Envy!
PTB I can't upload any more for the moment.....so this one will have to do for now!

This is a very lazy post. I've just reread it and it's all over the place. If it were an essay I would be told to order my thoughts better!

Oh, one last thing....got an interview for 'lesson supervisor and proctor' at local secondary school on Friday. Perhaps my days of tennis and allotment-ing are soon to come to an end, unless I can wangle a part time job out of them, though it says full time on the advert.