singing "Don't worry, about a ting. Cos every little ting's, gonna be awright...."
And I thought, Tilly, get your fat(ish) ass back home & sweat out your virus (official diagnosis; acute laryngopharyngitis) in your bed rather than in your office. No-one's been heard on their deathbed saying "I wish I'd spent more time at work".
So folks, I'm off to comfort & coddle myself in any way I can. Saint Bob a'Marley is so right - No Woman No Cry. I bid you farewell & adieu. Pray for me and my salvation - no tears to make, no rats to break.
Bobbi - keep your eye on that lot. Especially that big snob over there in the Med.
Some years ago in a moment of total weakness of the mind, I invited the grandchildren +parents to spend a couple of hours at our villa.
One grandchild said..."I want to wee mam"
She knew I had heard and i froze her with one of my looks.
"Don´t you dare wee in the pool" she retorted, "get out and we"
The horrid child climbed out of the pool, turned around and wee-d in the bloody pool.
Actually, I don't wee in pools (anymore), but I do wee in the shower. Who's to know?
(And with that lovely thought, I'm going home.......)
Sqad - your grandchild sounds wonderful. Just up my alley. x I would have loved to have seen your face.......!