Bad Hair Day?

You decide. Aunty Vikki stated quite firmly that I wouldn’t dare post any of the photos I took this afternoon because she was (and I quote) “having a bad hair day”. Doesn’t look like it to me. Although JFGP obviously isn’t too sure.

Vikki and her better half are off on holiday for three weeks on Saturday. But if you were thinking of breaking into their house and stealing all of their belongings think again. Because Mark’s gran will be in residence and you don’t want to mess with her.

On a completely unrelated note, a little plea. People, I slave night and day over this her diary and looking down the page today I saw one comment in eight posts. Surely you can do better than that? Even if it’s just a message saying what a smashing job I’m doing, you know I’ll appreciate it.

Alright, don’t bother then, I knew it was asking too much.