It's like a lazy Sunday Afternoon at Wilson Mansions and it's not Sunday! The weather is too bad for a bike ride. How come, that when I sit down, I fall asleep? I have reached an all time low. Not emotionally - Lazinessly !
Little Sheila is still with us sleeping more than me but not as much as Zig.
She talks all about the birth. I would if my belly was about to sprout. It would be a good way to slim. She is three stone heavier than normal Sheila. She is beautifully bulging (Photos not-permitted-all-censored-unfair!)
What day is it today?
Sheila is on the bed settee. Squashed between the Juke Box and the desk (I am going to give you a guided tour of my office next week - photos and descriptions of all the artefacts.
What time is it?
If I could get in my office bed settee in the way, make-up and womens stuff all over my desk, I would be working at my hundreds of emails - I have got used to not diving in there now!
What day is it?
Read the little book today by Malcolm Doney and Martin Wroe. I mentioned it here before Christmas. Get it, stimulating. Lulu dot com will send it to you.
Where have week-ends gone?
The TV, dysfunctional from Christmas Eve, was replaced by a new Sky HD today. It's great to have a HD TV for our first Christmas - next year I hope!
New Years midnight - is all planned breaking a bottle of Champagne on Whitstable Beach hey hey
