friday night

What a disappointment. Lady Richard not wearing snazzy frock and no chizz and bizz to be seen. Lady Richard - Caroline, I can call her, now I've done the whole handshake thing - was wearing a tasteful beige suit, with a pashmina that was apparently a gift from some Taliban Warlord chap to her husband, or so she told me as she tried valiantly not to be outshone by Twin 2, who was being her usual pesky self (waving her pink-haired Barbie in people's faces, running around the flower beds and leaving samosa crumbs all over everyone). Twin 2 was off school because she had had a 'loose poo', which she seemed to think would be of interest to Lady Richards, and everyone else we spoke to. Nice that Gen Richard's wife knows that my daughter had a loose poo this morning, don't you think?
Anyway, should go. Hubby already in bed with the chocolate coated dried strawberries and a cup of cocoa.
As ever, I shall feel that little frisson of excitement as I slip into 'something more comfortable' (pajamas, fleece and woolly socks) and slide under the silken covers (of our winter weight duvet with the felt pen marks on it from the morning when I couldn't be bothered to be strict and let the Twins do colouring in our bed). Then we will watch another episode of the Tudors on DVD and feel ever-so-slightly uncomfortable when it gets to the sex scenes.
We know how to keep that spark alive!