Watched The Railway Children again this morning for the squillionth time. Anyone who doesn't cry when the father appears through the smoke at the end is bloody hard.
Lizzy has 5 parties over the next two weeks. A far better social life than me. One of them is a fancy dress party. I would love to be one of those mothers who can whip up an original costume out of sticky back plastic and egg boxes, however, I bottled it. Went to Asda and bought a Belle costume instead. She's happy, I don't have to get the sewing machine out, and with my discount it only cost me £10.80. Everyone's a winner.
We are having Mexican wraps for dinner and then Diz has her first rehearsal in a fashion show that she's doing for a Cancer Charity. Loads of showing off and posing in mirrors. Right up her street.
2 comments:
I used to work for Hampshire county council and one day the boss was going to a meeting in london on the train from southampton but had forgotten to pick up some papers for the meeting and I was sent down to Winchester station to give them to him when the train stopped d I did the whole Daddy its my daddy thing , he wasn't impressed, cracked up lot of other people though
That would have really impressed me too.
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