Now who peed in the pot plant while I was gone? Eh? EH?!?!
Take my eye off the ball for ONE SECOND and you ungrateful lot are taking liberties. Well I got your number...So watch it. That's all I'm saying.
The jaunt to Bournemouth was very nice, exactly what I needed. We ate fish and chips and chinese takeaway and bits and bobs from Spar every night, especially cadbury's creme eggs (though not actually on the same night at the same time neccessarily) and the grown ups drank beer and I EVEN WENT TO A BAR. This is particularly exciting because I have not been to a bar in nine months or so and not a) met a client or b) talked about scriptwriting! AMAZING!!!!
We saw some sharks (at Bournemouth's Oceanarium), walked on the beach, visited friends, went up Bournemouth's impossibly hilly high street whilst dragging a buggy and my son ("My legs, my beautiful legs!" he wails) and went to the rather marvellous Monkey World and saw some...well, monkeys. And apes, because there were chimpanzees too and Orangutans. I know my...biology, or whatever that bloody is.
Oh and the boy managed to fall in the only thorn bush in the whole of suburbia, so his little friend Jack had to pull a thorn out of his butt. Apparently this was a particular highlight. Boys will be boys.
What have you been doing?