Blue xxx

Blimey, it’s been a while since I last wrote so thought I’d best make an effort.

Let’s start with the boring stuff! Had steroids in my knee, it’s not buff and not to be trifled with! I no longer waddle through the office like a duck as one of my colleagues put it, thank you for that. Unfortunately I got Cockney rhyming slang muddled up and informed “HotReg” (another story), the security guard my piles were playing up instead of my arthritic knee, somewhat embarrassing, but amusing all the same.

So the other morning, I awoke in the boys room, it was intentional, I hadn’t been roofied. I was already snuggled up with Tilly my favourite child (a 12 year old Westie cross) and Harry and Ollie came in for a cuddle.

I suggested it was time for a haircut to get ready for the return to school. They understood this more than when Lee told them they needed to get their Barnet chopped, sounded a lot less threatening.

This led to Ollie and Harry having quite an interesting conversation , but one I was ill equipped for before coffee.

O = Ollie

H = Harry

M = Me or Mummy, your choice.

O adamantly “I’ve got blonde hair”

M “No you haven’t, it’s brown like mine”

O “Okay, I’ve got brown hair. Harry you’ve got blonde hair, that’s rare, that make you rare, good skills bruh!”

Pause for thought.

O “I want blue hair, Mum can we dye our hair blue again?”

M “Yes, but not until the summer holidays”

O “WHAT?! That’s well unfair!”

H “Yes that’s WELL unfair!”

O “It’s not like it’s even illegal or a swear or anything!”

H “YEAH!”

Deep concentration.

H “Maybe it’s because bad people have bad hair!”

O “Yeah, like the Joker, he has green hair”

I decided not to point out that their step sister had currently and intentionally got green hair.

H “What about people who are born with blue hair?”

M “Nobody is born with blue hair”

O “Yes they are! Yeti is! (From Fortnite, formally known as Trog) Wait, no he is blue skin with white hair.”

Then in quick succession like a BB gun,

H “Is Yeti real?”

O “Is Bigfoot real?”

H “IS CYCLOPS REAL?”

I hadn’t even had a chance to answer,

O “Yep, Cyclops is real”

H “Yes, it is we’ve been to his house!”

M “When?”

O “With Nanny and Daddy and Uncle Paul and Uncle Ben”

H “It’s in the woods by Nanny’s house, Daddy showed us”

M “Rightyho, can we please go and have breakfast now?”

It is fair to say there is never a dull day in our house.

Love & hugs, kisses & wishes.