So the remaining three Daughters are at me mercy! Cackle Cackle.
It is now day four and they've all buggered off to stay with boyfriends and me Mk1 daughter!
The dreaded "Purple Sunday" will not be forgotten thats for sure. Decided to do the dhobey and just chucked this pile of G strings, Bras, T shirts etc, etc, into the old washing machine. Oooops. They now have very fetching purple underwear!
Mk2 is well hacked off with her Daddy. Quids 60 worth of expensive underwear is now Purple and not the original colour. (a very fetching Crimson so I was informed between swear words directed at my good self)
What both confused and bewildered me was the amount of metalwork attached to the G strings! You could have some buggers eye out if you threw a pair at them. The sight of three daughters trying to sort out which purple bit was who's was a joy to behold. I felt that in some small way I had brought them together in sisterly comradeship. Even if it was to denouce me as a "F**king Idiot!" (Mk2's daughters words, where do they learn such rude words?)
So here I am this Easter Monday debating whether to go and have a pint or read a good book. It's great!
No "Daad!" can you give me a lift, lend me LARGE SUM OF MONEY, give it back to you friday, honessst Daad" rubbish I normally get from the sods!
The cats seem to have decided to avoid the house save for scran also. They just sit at the bottom of the garden giving me daggers. (decided they needed worming and treating with an anti Flea thingie) The scratches are healing well.
Anyone fancy giving me a hint on how to dye purple underwear Crimson?
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