P.S. It's a crock of shit

Men like Harry Connick Jnr don't just fall into your lap.

If he was that organised in death he wouldn't have been that flaking in life. One hopes.

If he had that much stuff to fill the boxes when she clears the apartment, then it's no wonder they had no space.

That accent is not Irish charm, it's just weird cos it belongs to a Scottish Canadian. Thickies. And we're only half way through.

No finer sight of a Friday evening

Especially when it comes just before bath & bedtime. It's Friday night and because he was out last night and tonight, they didn't want to go swimming and I didn't want to make them go, we picked him up from the station and stopped off at the supermarket and bought the bottle of wine I wasn't going to drink tonight.

They stayed up til 8 before they both fell asleep in front of the opening night of the rugby world cup, which was about 15 minutes after I did. Am now watching P.S. I Love You on tape, which if it and this week's Brothers and Sisters is to believed, then if he ever dies I'm in like a shot to meet intellectually inferior physically superior men and rekindle my love life. Hmm.

That's better

I started a blog last week but wasn't happy with the name I had. I like this one better. Now to work out how to transfer my wonderful words of wisdom from last week into here.

Three cuddles

... or to be more correct, three observations:

1 - Apparently, people pay money to attend cuddle therapy to make themselves feel better. This morning I woke up with three warm and snuggly bodies in bed with me but instead of getting my money's worth I got out of bed, put on my running gear and dragged my fat cells round the streets for 40 minutes

2 - When I started running a year ago I always did it first thing in the morning, before MrQ left for work. Didn't know any different. Now that I run more, I tend to do it during the day or in the evening and I found this morning, running on one quick cup of tea was really hard work, I felt dehydrated and energy less. Does that mean I'm a more serious runner? Or just that I wanted my cuddles?

3 - I heard what I thought was someone behind me beeping to move me out of the way this morning.  I looked but saw no-one. On reflection, I think I should have looked up for the bird who was busy announcing the break of day.