I'm sitting quietly at my desk.
The children are playing monopoly and chatting about homework.
The radio is tuned to the classical station and wafts of a hearty beef stew emanate from the kitchen.
I'm handed a glass of room temperature red wine and then, just like Bobby Ewing, I find myself in the shower and realise it's all a dream!!
The children are playing monopoly and chatting about homework.
The radio is tuned to the classical station and wafts of a hearty beef stew emanate from the kitchen.
I'm handed a glass of room temperature red wine and then, just like Bobby Ewing, I find myself in the shower and realise it's all a dream!!
Reality bites....
A row about car keys brews whilst the boys whip each other with tea towels.
The washing machine has sprung a leak and the dishwasher has collapsed in sympathy.
Apparently, store bought lasagne tastes like pants and the calls for pizza vie with The Simpsons and Lil' Wayne?!? Don't ask.
Redundancy has reared its ugly head, the local beaches are poisoned and that glass of red wine is in danger of becoming a bottle, or two.
What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, right?
On the upside I picked the first daffodils of the season today and found one of my old watercolours, which has cheered me magnificently!!!
Tune in tomorrow for a photo of the prettiest dress....ever.
