Tuesday, 8 September 2009

Going away

I've got to go, as The GR has gone to collect car, I'm supposed to be packing. Erbie has just unpacked my handbag, and is eating grapes, and my mobile. I've put the white sofa cover in the washing machine (I know, we were sans child when we got it), and have managed to find 3 towels to take. Only three bags of stuff, not bad, one of them looks like pressies - wee hee.
Posted by westendmum at 10:49

1 comment:

loveaudrey said...

I really love your blog... I can relate to it on so many levels! I hope you have a fabulous birthday.

loveaudrey xxx
p.s I tagged you in something!

8 September 2009 at 20:58

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