Quickly, somebody drop a pin . . .

You know that gentle rustling noise it makes, as it disturbs the air molecules, then that teeny tiny clatter it makes as it hits the floor? You don't?

Well, I do.

This whole weekend, that is what I am going to be listening to. My lovely husband has taken my lovely children to his parents. (Spare a thought for my poor MiL, who fell over in a pub (hmm) and cut the webbing around her thumb badly enough to require thirteen stitches. Thirteen. Oh, and it's her right thumb. (Beri, to my slight stupefaction, wondered what Grandma was doing in a pub. 'She can't go in one, she's a woman.' I need to go to the pub more. A LOT more. To set a good example.) But Jeremy assures me an infestation of grandchildren is just what she needs.)

So I am off to Elaine's happy place, then I thought I might swing by Seven Dials because its lovely, and back home for a concert of mediaeval music in the church. (Ooh, church on my own tomorrow! This may well be a first.) And Sunday lunch in the Blue Elephant.

(Here's a thing. I'm fairly sure the expression, 'on my own', rendered in french, is occasionaly used in english conversation. Y'know, like en famille or au fond or amour propre. I wanted to use it to describe my forthcoming Blue Elephant experience, but couldn't remember what it was. I hopped over to a translation site (it gave me sur ma propre. I'm damn sure that's not right.) and it listed the most popular searches. They are

• i love you
• i miss you
• beautiful
• go to hell
• my love
• goodbye
• thank you so much
• love
• do you have nuclear warheads
• hello world
• faith
• i dont want to die alone
• I love my wife
• evil

How fabulous is that!)


Blimey, look at the time. What am I still DOING here!