Can't believe I've been gone so long. I write this faithfully in my brain every day but just never seem to find time to put fingers to keyboard.
Life has been very hectic of late.
Rat 2 son of Rat, has appeared, presumably to avenge his father's death. He met an equally undignified end when his cold dead body was flicked by a garden edger, note no shovel as per previous posts, and his corpse ended up in a tree and then subsequently batted out of the tree in a smash Andy Murray would have been proud of. Not by me I hasten to add, I was hiding round the corner crying, ahhhhahhhhahhh a dead rat the size of a freaking cat - it was particularly huge. No, the act itself was carried out by Alasdair who had been collared by me to pick up Pete's dead car (I live in the house of death).
So the mail order trees are here, not yet decorated, at the rate I'm going they'll be done by January. The sofa is here and Crimble is nearly here.
To get back to things coming back. I think my friends, the nits, have also returned. How did they survive colouring and daily straightening and product abuse - go stick on someone of pure hair, tho, not my children please, it's hard enough brushing their hair with a normal brush nevermind a nit comb.
I can hear them flooding the bathroom so I shall return to finish this post.