Good grief what on earth has happened here, I leave for a few days and now can't get in the door because of the empty crisp packets, pots, two local news papers (when I say news I use the term very lightly), a few dead glasses and rather a lot of empty bottles and cans.
If someone would kindly pass a glasl of Pinot round the door I will womble off to bed and briefly see you tomorrow..
It feels good to be back, which I suspect means that my life is sadly lacking.
