Well, I have been in York since Saturday visiting my kids. They are 21 yr old twins, one of each and live in two flats with their respective partners and friends. Great party on Sat night. We had to come dressed as a colour! I scrabbled around the charity shops and found a lot of dark pink clothes. Mmm, I did look a picture!! I got offered some mushroom tea but declined!
Went out on Monday with the girls to see some music in a pub, daughter's friend sang and was immediately booked for a gig in July.

Sunday, cooked, with a little help, sunday roast for thirteen people, including apple crumble and home made custard. The poor darlings had not had a proper pudding since I was here at christmas. Think the word got around that I was in charge of the kitchen. Those of you old enough to remember will know what I mean when I say it was like Fanny Craddock and the kitchen boys!

Hubby is auditioning for a stage production of Dad's Army tomorrow night. Suppose that means I will get involved and spend the next few months blagging wartime props.

York is a very beautiful city. Youngest daughter who is here with me prized me out of several quids for new clothes and accessories today.
Home tomorrow, another nine hour journey by coach with her digging me in the ribs when I fall asleep and snore.

What is awaiting my return? How many dirty socks and pants will be piled up on the bedroom floor? How thick will the dust be and will anyone have walked the dog?

There is now a guestbook on the website (see below).

It's official, have now been voted coolest mum in the country!!! Think it was the cheesy marmite puffs that swung it!

More poetry when I get back to reality next week and easter hols end so I can have some me time to muse.