04.08.2009 - 2:49 p.m.

there's never enough time

if i were a brainiac of mentalist proportions i'd make me a time machine so i'd always have time to spare, i guess the downside would be that i'd age differently to everyone else, so if i could just get round the whole 'ageing and dying' thing then time would be my bitch, and i'd make her love it.

working all week, while packing for holiday and doing school work and frantically saving school work material from websites to take with me, and being concerned about our children (furry) while we're away and hoping they and the house will still be standing when we get back (i know everything will be ok but i can't help thinking about it. such a pessimist you are)

I guess once we're out there and we've found the house and i've cracked the first beer then all these concerns will drift away, until then i may be a little fraught while simultaneously being calm and collected and organised to the effin max.

one good thing is that we'll have a room to ourselves, there was a point where we might have had to have J's boy in our room as well, but now that the other people aren't coming he can have a room to himself and we get our palace of naughtiness in which to do delicious things to each other, i think we may even get an ensuite, so i can shower her down afterwards before getting her messed up again.

me bro's wedding went without a hitch (with the exception of the scraggy hippy bird who hurfed on the dance floor, (for shame, for shaaaame) i saw some of my cousins for the first time in twenty years which was nice, last time they were not born, tiny wee babies or toddling about, now they're all growed (growing) up and elegant, next year we'll travel up to scotland and northern ireland and see all the relatives we've not sponged off yet, i'm damn sure we won't have enough cash for fancy foreign holidays.

nothing else to report sir.

except my own gorgeousness and downright all round sexy attitude, i think the boy may be at his dads tonight, so J's gonna get felt up even more than usual this evening, ramming speed mr willoughby, we'll give orgasm island an interdiction it'll not forget for a while