Mamma mia... trully!

Blimey - took me 2 days to recover from Mamma Mia evening; Sorry, but won't be posting any pictures... Both Fille Ainee and Tinker Bell were absolutely appaled that Cheezy Hubby (more like MagnumIamBackFromTheDepthOfFirstDaysOfColourTelly) and I could even think of getting outside the house before it was dark. "what, you mean, you are going to walk to the car, and it's not even dark??? someone could see you like THAT!!!" (car was parked in front of the house so that's assuming the whole nwighborhood is peering between their curtains to spay on us) and "you are already dressed up and the babysitter has not arrived yet. She is going to see you wearing THAT??". Oh dear... did not think it was THAT bad!! At least when we got there, every body looked as ..... 1970s as each other!
To beat for the evening - the one who asked her lady who sew for her to adjust her all-in-one nylon outfit to make sure it fits; father wearing boots about has high and long as my legs (not hard some would say), the winner of best outfit competition (shiny pink all in one - yuk). Oh, and I was going to forget... the one who buys 3 tombola tickets and 2 of them are winning tickets (and no, I did not win the second prize - 5 days looking after your dog. Which is great if you don't have a dog...!).
So, to recover from all this, the 4 of us went on family bike ride on Sunday morning. What on earth made me agree to that?! oh well... was all worth it. Although the neighbours grinned at us, pointing at Cheesy Hubby, as if to say "where is the 'tache gone??". And at me as if to ask where had the dress gone (well - as I had said before - more like a cropped t-shirt)... So - ride around Surrey (or felt like it) was then followed by British's favourite Sunday sport (no - not what you might think) - gardening... then the other favourite sport (still not what you think): cooking roast potatoes (did I tell you how to do them - cut about peel the potatoes, cut about 'that' size, boil for about 5 min, shake in colander - as got to be steel colander, then put on hot cookingt tray...... aaaaaaaaaargh!!! after 15 years in the UK, I am still not british enough to know how to cook roas potatoes according to.........) anyway - so Sunday lunch (which started at 5.00!!), cleaning, ironing, working, tidying up.,... well the usual for all mums I guess! So that glass of Pimms I was looking forward at 7.00 clearly was no so attractive at 11.00....! despite Fille Ainee trying to drink it (oh dear - under age drinking...). She thought it was fruit juice... And that's why it was all worth it (Ok - forget the Pimms part of it, and Fille Ainee demonstrating a sign for liking alcohol...). Cause it was like the Working Mum without the 'Working' bit. Although thinking about it, Mum is a full time job anyway, so I guess it was without the extra extra time...
Whatever....
By the way - in case you wondered. Boiler was fixed on Friday. But my love-story-turned-to-hatred with British Gas is now turning to FrontPageOfDailyMirrorDivorce. After working for 3 days (hurrah!!!!), Boiler has now decided to diversify itself (I guess everybody tries to diversify in these times of crisis...). So it's now pouring water out. OK - slight exaggeration. But still. The b***** thing decided to leak. On the hoover which is stored below... So Mr DontWorryIllFixIt is coming back tomorrow (well - I hope...). About time Boiler reads the FT. Which announced on its online version today that the UK, France and Italy were seeing the end of recession. Which is cool. Especially as BestMateFromManchesterDidITellYouIamEngaged said when she read the title: "thought France was never in recession??". Well that's true French spin for you. Boasting about the positive, even in worst times. Sarko's master was Blair. Spin, spin, spin. Maybe something for GordonBrownIWillNotAdmitIamWrong to learn from - not accepting that he has reached the bottom of the worst of the darkest bleakest times, and that the end is in sight. I guess that's the election. Anyway - what do I know... ?!!

Enough rambling for tonight... now bracing myself for tomorrow morning's cold shower. At least it's good for blood circulation. Not too often, pleeeeeeeeease!!