Our Boys.

If you don’t hear  much from me this week it it will be because  it is half term week  and I am busy trying to convine Finn and his favorite person in the whole world, Gabriel, that  Mummies in pink nighties make  perfectly good Power Rangers and should be allowed to join the  battle  against Unknown Evil,  Doctor Who Cybourgs who pretend to be trumpet playing Father Christmases’ and the  big bad wolf determined to blow the three little piggys rather useless abodes into hell or high water…

I must have said "not by the hair on my chinny chin chin"  nine hundred times this morning. Even Finley has noticed that the wannabee pink power ranger is more hirstute than she should be, and offered me suitable lines in his imaginary world…

Send the men in white coats nine o’clock Friday morning, ok? I will come, oh so willingly.

No strait jacket required.