The blonde kid has gone on holiday, the big kid has gone out to the pub, My sister is out being a dirty girl in a flat she’s “flat sitting” with her boyfriend.

My step dad has just announced to my bemused mother that he wants some “bikini shots” of her(not as bad as it sounds), and the dog my parents are “dog sitting” has just dragged his bedding into the middle of the living room and started humping it, which is only made all the more disturbing by the fact that he keeps getting more “zealous” if you try taking his “blanky” away so he can fight against you and”hump” it at the same time….needless to say we’ve just left him to it now (whatever floats his boat and all that).

My “real life” friends have all disappeared to regions unknown (new houses, newly married or new babies take precident over socialising), and my online friends are either nowhere to be seen or helping me pimp my blog!

Spent last week ill, tired, pissed off or looking at crazy art work (see above). This week, Tuesday I’m dining with Al, Wednesday I’m off to the Clarkes, Thursday I shall be avoiding my “pretend best friend” who I have managed to avoid for months and now wants to meet up (pretend best friend meaning I gave up and wish she’d do the same), Friday one of the Clarkes (the best one) is heading to mine. Saturady is V (woo) and Sunday is recovery.

So why with such a fun filled week planned am I sitting here wondering what I should do with myself??