This morning, being my usual chirpy Monday-morning self I began cursing the being who had used the last of the butter without bothering to get any more out of the fridge. It was your average 3* rant, so I was surprised to see son Becan walking up to me with a conciliatory look on his face, saying "mum, mum" in that gentle way that can be a bit annoying when you're in full flight (who wants to stop?) He then put his arms around me - which shut me up - and took a deep breath, before saying "breeeeeattthh".
For one second I though he meant it... ...then we fell about laughing.
Love to laugh.
Went to see the super letting agents in town to drum up more support for the Quiz (Can count them in, yay!) Whilst there I pinned Mark to the wall, so to speak, and would not let him move until I had Told him. He looked anxious throughout.
Also told Stephen, who was truly wonderful by saying they will make a donation! I was so thrilled I hugged him, just as two people walked into the office. (No worry, I am so not his type).
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