Me dad's here. He's wondering what to do for his girlfriend's 50th birthday. I suggested getting a divorce.
Cath has suggested a week in Ibiza. I'm not sure which one would be easier to tell my mother about.
Slag Cat has squeezed out three kittens, all black. Think that Slaggy Junior has been put off giving birth herself from watching the live show. She's keeping hers in storage for now. Sensible choice. At the moment, the first batch are being offered to anybody who comes near the house, including the window cleaner, as an alternative to his tired bits of cloth.
The weekend has landed. Whoop de fucking do!












