Who'd have them, well not me obviously as they got me "done" last year, the tight bastards. The eldest one, what's she called? You know the one with an iPod stuck to her right hand. Nah, it's gone, anyway she's been making a fuss about wanting an alarm clock so she can get up at 6.30am for Christ's sake. Even I don't get up at that time. Not even for sausages. Why does she want to get up then, I mean there's nobody to Facebook at that time is there? The answer is so that she's got time to straighten her hair before she goes to school! And she's not even curly! I despair of the youth of today, I really do. Pooh count: a very convivial treble.
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.