Al claes an porridge

Back from our mini caravanning trip to deepest Hertfordshire. Very nice time thank you as it only rained twice (both times torrential however, and one with hailstones while shouting excitedly at wild animals in Whipsnade) so no need for loo trips with wellies on. Eight loads of washing and ironing await.
One not so good outcome from my break from the internet is that I had plenty of time for some soul searching, and I've come to the conclusion that I am desperately sad. Catching up with Patroclus's rather trendier than this blog in one go has only reinforced this. I like the Boden catalogue, and flowery wellies, and would love to have the time and money to be a champagne-quaffing, chilled out yummy mummy. If only I could lose three stone and get some blonde highlights.........