Feeling delicate

I might have had the teensiest bit too much of the cooking sherry last night. But I was in a celebratory mood. I'm off to Blog Camp, as fabulous logo to the right will testify. Clearly as unaccustomed to alcohol as I am (I can almost hear the snorts of derision from my friends as I type that) it has left me in a slightly fragile state this morning. And as a result of that the spots had to go from this blog. What was wrong with me? Did I never notice them before? Anyway today they did my head in and and so they have been banished.

I entertained eldest daughter and ex-stepson (I'm not sure if you can ex a step child so I shall continue to refer to him as stepson) by singing "I am off to blog camp" (to the tune of "lets all do the conga"). I hasten to add that this was before the celebratory sherry. They thought it was very weird that (a) I was singing and (b) I was travelling to a foreign country to meet people I hadn't met in real life.

Whilst I went off to have a little sing to myself in the kitchen and cook dinner they commandeered both the laptops and set themselves up at the dinning table. They were both engrossed and I asked them what they were up to.

"We are both on MSN" came the reply.

"Who are you talking to?" I asked.

"Each other"

And they think I'm weird. I rest my case.