Poor, neglected blog

My poor blog. I am so sorry for my utter shiteness. What's worse, I have actually had entertaining things to be writing down. First time for everything ...

I have no real excuse for my lack of correspondence other than general MANICNESS (of life, as opposed to just the inside of my head, although that is as always also a factor). There have been a good few highlights of the last few days though ... all of which can, as ever, be credited to one Mr Jamie ...

Walking through John Lewis, full of shiny surfaces and twinkly lights:

"Oh Mummy. Look at this lovely shiny shop. I wish we could make our house this clean and shiny." And he sighed wearily and marched off to look at the 'shiny things'.

Just in case I hadn't taken that as enough of a slight on my cleaning abilities, it was followed up by this comment to my mum (queen of clean) when we stayed at hers this weekend:

"Grannie, you are very good at keeping your house clean and tidy, aren't you?" Followed by a despairing look in my direction.

There was rather a lot of snow at my mum's house, and I suggested to Mr Jamie that he might like to go outside and play in it. He looked at me incredulously.

"Do I want to go outside? Mummy, it's FREEZING out there."

Like, duuuuuuurrrrr.

My personal favourite conversational snippet of the weekend comes however not, as one might expect, from Mr Jamie, but from Neil. It came on Saturday morning, as daylight was just beginning to creep into the room and small children were beginning to stir. Sound asleep, I was roused into immediate wakefulness by the following command from my husband:

"JAMIE. We only play with our OWN willies."

Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahaha. Judging by the shock in Neil's voice, it appeared that my wake up call had been nothing compared to the one he'd received ...

And now I'm off to be manic. Again. Be good, people.