Didn't bother pissing in the kitchen overnight, too tired worrying about Egyptian situation and rising UK inflation. Woke up to semi-heated "discussion" as to whether the big kid was alright to go to school or not. "I'm so ill I can hardly Facebook," I think she said. The other kid immediately also developed a sore throat and a cough, but was dispatched muttering to himself anyway. I sometimes think that it's only me that holds this place together. No sign of MY breakfast yet, looks like I may have to go foraging for my own again, the tight bastards. Pooh count: 2, already and it's not even 9am yet. Nice.
You couldn't make it up could you. I spent much of the weekend dozing on the sofa watching telly. Glastonbury was on, although sad to say there was no Snoop Dog, Bone Jovi or any other canine related artists. The big news seemed to be the lack of female headliners and now we know why as one scored a spectacular own goal. She missed her slot cos she was doing her hair. It takes ages she said. Why NOT start doing your hair well before your show time. Aaagh no where's my handbag I've left it in the car, I've got to back to fetch it.