Right.

Sarah and I are (Ok, have been and will be again as soon as I stop doing this) curled up on the sofa, with a happy purring Cleo to one side of us and a happy not yet snoring Shipscook to the other, watching old Dr Who dvd's.

She is feeling much better and yes, she is here. My "darling and always in possesion of all the facts and not prone to confusing all and sundry" mother in law was wrong with her claim that my daughter was swimming in that downpour earlier.

Sarah just did not feel good after swimming. Sore throat and such. But after a sleep and a rest she decided that she was up to coming over here.

And I am so pleased to have her sat by me giggling and laughing as we make fun of the costumes and creatures on the tv, as she makes Mr S laugh with sayings like "I swear by the scab of my knee!" and such.

I feel much more relaxed now.

So, I'm off back to the sofa.

Talk to you all tomorrow or some when.

Right now I should be sat on the sofa with Sarah here at S&F towers watching the simpsons. Sarah would have been dropped off my her grand parents, and we would have settled down for the evening with some food and conversation with S&F and maybe a worry of the cats for good measure. Then bright and early-ish tomorrow it was off up the London to get Sarahs ears pierced.

But.

I got here and called my in-laws to say it was OK to bring Sarah over. But I was told that Sarah was feeling ill and was laying on the sofa. She had apparently had a swimming lesson at school today in the heated outdoor pool that her school has - IN THAT RAIN! and now is a bit hot to the touch and not feeling up to much. I called back in an hour and she was asleep, so I am going to call back in another half hour with a revised plan. Basically leave her there for the night if the in-laws don't mind (carting a sick child all over the place is never a good idea) and if she is better in the morning we will pick her up and take her to get her ears done - if she wants.

But I was looking forward to seeing her tonight. I like my daughters company, she is funny. I mean obviously I love her to death, and am now worried about her health.

Oh well. Things never go the way I plan.

Out side now the sun is beaming and white fluffy clouds are being punted across the sky by a brisk wind. It has been like this since my lunch hour ended.

During my lunch hour you could barely see across the street due to what appeared to be a section of the North Sea falling out of the sky.

So which God exactly did I upset now!

In other news, I am now getting email notifications of comments that I saw and replied to this morning!

Oh ffs!

Are

1, all the scabby pidgeons seem to have gone somewhere dry.

2, Attractive women in summer dresses soaked to dangerously see through levels.

1. There are crumbs in your bed cos lets face it you don't live in a showhome. What kind of cookies do those crumbs come from?

Not a big buscuit eater, more likley to be crumbs from something like a Brioche or maybe a bacon sandwich.

2. You are sitting on the toilet brushing your teeth cos you are hungover as normal. What got you that drunk?

The wide variety of booze consumed in an unwise and overlong evening of stupidity.

3. You have been dumped cos well, lets face it .. you are a loser. What comfort food do you grab? (after sticking pins in a voodoo doll obviously)

Bombay mix.

4. Your wife/husband has pissed you off (that means angry in the US by the way ... not watersports) so you decide to go have an expensive gourmet meal on his/her credit card. What do you order?

I fly to cyprus and go to the Georgia restaurant in Paphos and have a mezze with tons of wine.

5. Sitting in church (waiting for the lightning to strike you) and you have a book/magazine tucked inside the hymn sheet. What is it?

Pagan lovelies in latex.

I tag Shipscook, the moff, Greybags, Naughty and Bloglikesit.

Looks like I have to spend another day without any email notification of replies to my posts.

I was begining to get paranoid than no one liked me.

But of course, I am still wildly popular - its just the machine not telling me I am.

And I do need to be told, coz, well, ya know.

So please someone, wave a magic wand at the system and make it work like it used to.

bleat, bleat and so on.

Just stood outside having a ciggie and noticed that no one, not even me, was casting a shadow.

This can mean only one of two things:

A - The city of London is populated by Vampires

B - The weather is fucking shite.

When you throw open the curtains in the morning and it gets darker in your room is it?

Grey and wet and blessed with the wonderful news that the south is in for more torrential rain this weekend. Oh good.

Now about this site. This morning I had 56 email notifications about replies to posts and private posts, over half of which I had already seen but had no notification of yesterday! Now will it work the way it is supposed to today? who knows, but it seams to be a bit odd round here since the re design.

One of my old comments is getting a load of spam crap about mp3 players - I deleted some of them but now I cant be arsed to go back and take them off. What is that all about!

And yesterday I got an invite from someone WHO DIDNT EXIST! well not on blog anyway - they must have invited me then deleted their profile, which is a strange way to behave.

Have a good Friday if at all possible people, and don't get squashed or Mashed