So anyway . . . .

Kids went back to school yesterday, yay, but weather was so bad we kept them off today, boo.  I went to visit a mate for coffee and had intended to take the middle child (answers to name of Oscar) but due to kids stripping house BARE of all food whilst me and their dad slept on for a whotle 30 minutes longer than they did he was left behind. 

THAT is what I typed on Friday.  Later in the day the bloody minister for Education shut the frickin' schools down until next Thursday.  There is NO snow left.

Also, my lovely friend Jill has left for her dad's house before leaving for gay Paris.  Happy for her but fucking miserable for me.  I remember seeing her looking at house and thinking she looked like fun.  She is.  We have same taste in men, excluding our husbands so I should rephrase that  . . . we have the same taste in screen men.  Gary Oldman, David Thewlis, Mr. Clooney ( ah, the opera ).  Same taste in music.  I know she's only a short hop away but fuck I'm going to miss her.  Unusual to make friends when in your, cough, thirties, but we've all been really lucky on this street.  Still, she shall have a new street and a great life and I wish her bon voyage.

Going to make lasagne now and cheer myself up.  Cooking stops me being miserable.