Sunday afternoon here so have sneaked off to update you all on life at Blighty HQ.
We have had a mini heatwave here and then tremendous thunderstorms and lightning - Donner und Blitzen. No, not the reindeer Mr B. Ha ha, Mr B, ha ha.
So my cheapo Primark dress appeared on its annual, one day outing.
I may have mentioned I contracted serious Scarf Fever but this hot weather makes wearing a scarf impossible. Finally I understand the lamenting of the ladies on the Purse Forum about this, yes Mr B there is such a thing as a Purse Forum and yes Mr B, First World Problem par excellence.
I can't even wear this scarf which would really be appropriate.
I confess I saw Faux Fuchsia looking divine in it on her blog so when I saw it in a different colourway on Evil Bay I snapped it up.
I had to buy it, it has not only zebras but also giraffes on it.
Here's Faux Fuchsia modelling her scarf, see it's all her fault! Dear FF, sorry to be a copy parrot, hope this is not too Single White Female!! Please don't tell Mrs Danvers.
Meanwhile both boys are now on hols, Boy 1 had to endure 2 more weeks at his school, while Boy 2 already on hols lived the dream of the Single Child. He set himself a personal challenge to eat a ham and cheese toastie at Costa Coffee every day for a week. Here he is on day 4 going for broke with 2 of them. After this I am afraid I called time on this ruinously expensive carry on and suggested he did the summer reading challenge instead like all the other kids.
I know it's only early on in the summer hols but I am quite tempted to try trading one or both of the boys in, in return for this brand new tiptop executive home on sale in our road.
But don't worry, I am keeping the Monty Dog. We are in advanced preparation for our debut in the Commonwealth Games, high jump. Next thing you know, I will have made a top dog training video, Training for Success. Cesar Milan, eat your heart out!
Better go, we are now experiencing a slight domestic hiccup: Mr B has run over the dog stake out line (complete with corkscrew stake thingie) with the mower - all of the line/corkscrew metal thing is now wrapped around the blades, it is probs curtains for the mower. And for the line.
Mr B tentatively suggested, to look on the bright side, that it was a good job the dog was not attached to it at the time. I may have said something like "You and that bl**dy mower." As you do.