I want the World to know.....

We took Si out for Tea Tonight... It has to be a quiet affair, cause Si doesn't like attention drawn to (a) him, or (b) the fact that he is older than he was on Friday.

I bought him a Cocktail to celebrate, a Frankie and Benny's "PS I love You", cause I do. he received this gratefully and told us that if we had tried to do something embarassing then he would get up and leave....

When we ordered Pudd, Si was at the loo, as was Tooli, and the waitress asked us if we would like a candle in Si's Pudd. Well How Could We Resist???

The two of them came back from the toilet, and it was all me and Boy could do to not snigger and give the game away.

We maneuvered the seating so that Si was trapped to the back of the table - and wouldn't be able to escape, and then we watched on in excited horror, as the lights dimmed and the waffle came towards him with Happy Birthday and Congratulations Blaring out over the restaurant. he couldn't escape... he was stuck!

But Look at his face... He loved it, he said he was mad, but he so wasn't, boy and me had tears streaming down our faces....

Im wide awake and I can see the

You know that feeling you get when you have a decision to make, and you aren't sure which way to go......Or when you know something is niggling at you and you can't resolve it?

The feeling that that generates, I call the Undertoad.

I got that word from the Book, "The World According to Garp", by John Irvine.

It is perfect description of the feeling. I can say to my husband "oaft, I've got an undertoad", and he sits me down and says "what's bothering you", and we work out together why the undertoad is sitting there, and once we've worked it out, it goes away.

I love that Book, if you get the chance you should read it. Is very thought provoking. (Well for me anyways).

We called our first cat Garp, after the book. It was such a good name for her, she could even say it, "Garrrup".

Bummer, I miss Garp. .

ooops he did it again

So 16 years ago, last night, my son kept me in a state of anguish all night, and last night. He did it again!

he, and nine of his friends, 20 bottles of bud, 16 bottles of bacardi breezer, and two bottles of cider (and whatever Cat brought), were consumed as they sang, danced and fell over all round the house. I escaped with Eilidh for a while, but then came back in to be under siege in my bedroom. Thankfully they peaked around 1015, ran out of drink and started to quiet down.

Surprisingly, Steven got up this morning in time for his paper round, but because we are great parents, we did it for him!