I was just sat in our conservatory admiring the clear, crisp, sun kissed sky and gearing up for a rendition of Oklahoma in my brain when I got rudely awoken from my reverie by Princess Fluffypants.
She literally plonked herself down next to me and prodded me with a chunky paw.
I had been up for at least 20 minutes and she had not yet been fed. If only she had opposable thumbs to be able to call NSPCC.
I dutifully left my pile of washing and fed Tilly and Holly before continuing my chores.
A friend once told me that Tilly had winked at her for a sausage, but she’s named dancing Lou and I thought she might have been under the influence, but now I am unsure.
If I have painted a picture for you of a middle aged woman sat in her conservatory, admiring the morning sky whilst sorting the washing and singing show tunes that would be correct and me to a tee. Had to Google whether it was tee or tea to be honest.
The twins had come down with me in their pyjamas and oodies and were enjoying their earned screen time so not in a rush for breakfast.
Last night whilst snuggled up on the sofa enjoying Strictly Ollie tried to offer me some sweets Lee had bought him. He’d treated all the children to a pot each of yummy marshmallows, gummies, sours and other such delights.
I told Ollie “no thank you, I am sticking to my diet. “
He then broke off the tiniest morsel stuck to his finger nail and offered it to me. “ go on Mum, just a little taster like that!”
“No thank you Ollie, I have to be super strict. No sugar! “
“I don’t like your diet Mum! Harry doesn’t like it either and we don’t think you should do it. You’re not even allowed grapes!!!!”
Me “ It is very sweet of you to care, but it’s important to me to get to my goal and I’ve nearly lost two stone!”
Ollie incredulous “ you’ve lost an elephant?”
Me “you what now?”
Ollie “ you’ve nearly lost 2 tonne. Daddy says an elephant ways a tonne!”
Me “ well if anything is going to encourage me to stick to my diet, that is, so thank you Ollie. Now ssh and watch Strictly and leave me to my gin!”
In other news, we were driving along the other day and completely out the blue, Harry pipes up from the back,
“Mum, what song do you want me to play at your funeral?”
They certainly keep me on my toes!
Love and hugs, kisses and wishes xxx
A cheeky little Twinkle update xxx 