Charlotte is busy painting...

...the bathroom ceiling and sorting out all sorts of rubbish...Selina and Pete are coming over later to celebrate Charlotte getting a training contract and to eat birthday roast lamb.  We went shopping last night and Ch. thought I was buying fresh apricots in Tesco..."Yuk" she squealed, holding up the pack in disgust,"who's going to eat them?"  "I don't know" I said, "it's not my trolley".  She put them back mighty quickly and apologised profusely to the trolley's 'owner' who was stood behind her shaking his head!  The shock was so great she bought an 8 pack of Snickers ice cream and scoffed 3 by the time we got from the shop to the car...."don't want them to melt" was her excuse....yeah right.

It was a very wet bonfire night so we sat in front of the telly with the curtains open, scoffing enchilladas [and Snickers for pudding.]  Decided on a walk in the rain, taking Joe, who surprisingly, was well and truly up for it.  He was pulling ahead at the end of his long lead when a rocket went up right in front of him, he watched it for a few seconds then firmly turned round and headed straight past us back to the front door.  When we got back later-dripping-he was sat on the top stair waiting for us.  That was obviously his new favourite spot, dry warm and well away from any sudden surprises.


    Charlotte was keen to open the champagne....

          
         ......Selina preffered to watch the X Factor...

Kylie was on