Living Cemetery

Well as you can see I’m writing this blog whilst the Eurovision is on. It’s a disgrace.........Malta got eliminated in the semi final although it was top of the opinion poll to qualify. The Eastern block countries stuck together again...(sorry Dom no offence ) So I am boycotting the soddin thing......
Wifey has a few friends over so I have been cooking and serving a few eats. I’ve sunk into the background munched on some pizza and am imparting my views on all of you in blogland.
Last night we decided (under the influence of a glass of wine or three ) to send a message to SJ’s bloke, Moose in the US of A. We asked him if his intentions with our niece SJ were honourable.....his reply was straight out of Mills and Boon....da boy is in Lurrrrrrvvvv.......................yuck yuck yuck!!! It was so cool we phoned SJ and teased her ...we could feel the glow from her face down the phone......seriously though it’s kind of cute and this morning we both felt really guilty for what we did ...........for all of about a minute and then we laughed ourselves stupid at our exploits. The pair of them took it in good humour and The Moose man will get a great Hot Machero welcome if he comes over this summer.(especially from our singer )
Well the voting has started on the Eurovision what a surprise no votes for Skootch.......so far!!!!
Every day on the School run I pass a cemetery.....it has a sign saying “A living Cemetery” ????!!!
Is that not confusing.?....I had visions of there being extremely elderly people being reluctantly taken to a cemetery and dumped there on the grass, you can imagine some sweet old grandma saying....”but I’m not ready for the Cemetery” and their relatives replying in Peter Kay style “yeah I know gran , but we need your room and the kids are frightened of your beard” ........then after enquiring with a sensible fellow parent who told me ........ “it’s a cemetery that is left to grow wild so the wild flowers spread across the field” I say it’s a great excuse by the council not to mow the grass.
The girls need a refill.............
Skootch have still got no points.......
The washing up beckons........
more during the week .....safe!