Sunday. A restless night, the bed looked like a battlefield, what I was dreaming about I have no idea. I'm more tired now than when I went to bed! No doubt I'll find something on the idiot box to sleep though this afternoon. :o} Just the usual Sunday shoplifting, collect the paper, see my favourite checkout girl and my mate, no doubt between us we will amuse her.
My son is here, he was in London yesterday for our nephews B'day. I said I'd make him the fry. I might do him a fruit platter to start with, just to wake the little piggy up!! (his GF is here too)