Well the lord and master is definatly home,,my house now resembles a cross between emergency ward ten and boots,,,are we loving it,,well he is,,no lets be fair he is realy loving it,,im on my knees,,why did i have this image,,waltons induced,,that colin and i would sit on our terrace,,ramp that can be seen from space..some classic music wafting to our ears,,skylarks and nightingales joining in the melody,,home made scones and jam,earl grey tea,,colin reading times,me the tatler,,me in floaty white no from boden,,colin in ralph lauren,,oh for goodness sake someone slap me,,oh boy have i been hoodwinked,,this it will be better when he gets home,,lies all lies,,now lets clarify this,,i love colin being home,realy ;love it,,but reality means im knackered,,his masters breakfast is to be taken in bed,0730,cornflakes alpen,,cranberry juice,earl grey and lightly buttered toast,,medication,and then our district nurse,,followed by two of our four team,,the lovely michael and max,,young and chatty,,ali who is a hoot and the big boss sally who comes occasionaly to make sure all is working well,,as his lord and masters makes himeself beautiful,,i run around hoovering ,dusting,bleaching and the rest,,quick shower,,and thats me,,colin reapears,,wafting the days cologne as he orders an expresso and possibly a small biscuit,,,yes m"lord,,,all towels and bedding into wash,,i know towels can be used more than once,,but do you remember the persil advert of the 60;S,,,well no-one is holding my towels up to compare,,,my mums uses persil syndrome..please dont look at my bath towels up the stairs,,syndromes cant climb stairs...orders come,,switch on computer,,wheres that disc..have you seen,,blah blah blah,,,take first valium of day,,lunch is served me lord,,have aliitle snooze,,colin not me no im tidying from lunch,,organising tomorrows meds,,ah feel a little better now think ill read paper and perhaps a little coffee,,,poss ten minutes on terrace,,better do the daily poop run,,theres one over there im informed,,want to ram spade down his throat,supper,tidy,meds,,sit down,,watch a little television,,eastenders,corrie,,heck no,,top gear,news on four,,2 and a half men,,sort out supplies for the team,nine fifteen guys return,,i sort out clothes for tomorrow,,escape outside to walk purdie,,,i know i know but its my chore now and she is such a little sweetie..colin in bed,dogs walked tomorrow organised,,i slide into bed,,he wants to chat,,ok i can do this,,silence,,dreams of pillows and catering size cling film fill my head,,what oh yes,,night squad arriive for nightly turn,,i rise,,dont want to be known as the lazy git wife,,take purdy out,,normaly raining,,i must live in camelot,,,barbour hat on head,looks good with nightie,,,turn done back to bed,,sleep,up breakfast and so the day returns,,,is this my life,,where did the whitle linens go,,the makeup and cologne,,now its pinni,pumps and hair flipped on to top of head,,chic of course,,a new chapter,,would i change a thing,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,HELL NO!!!!!!!!!!!
