Ray Day

Well here I am.
And on my to do list for today is:
1.Manoeuvre the hoover around two tabby cats and a brash load of ornaments. Lovingly ponder the Batman poster in the kids room and drying off the Jordan poster in the office.
Today is Ray Day.
Employer number 1.

2.Come home to the kitchen of love to make an enormous beef casserole. (will tell you why later on) Also make a large smooth as silk Chocolate cake.

3.Daydream about the England match on Wednesday. Already got the flag out. Already got the expletives to hand...

4.Throw handbags around the bedroom on account of being 1. A woman. 2. A twit and 3. dangerously hormonal.

5 Continue cleaning my teeth with some stupid sparkly stuff from Superdrug on account of 1. Fading teeth. 2. Diminishing brain cells and 3. Vanity

Now this beef casserole I'm making. It will need to be big because
1. We're getting older, grumpier and more carnivorous.
2. I like long slow cooked affairs
3. I'm going to take round a bowlful to my next employer, who will, I'm pleased to say be in my capable hands from tomorrow he will be Employer number 2."This time" I told him "It's gratis". He loved that, only hope he loves the stew.

Here is a lightningly quick list of my most favourite indoor pursuits:
1. Re-arranging dust
2. Re-arranging knick knacks
3. Looking in my purse.

Now I must rush to Ray. An erotic poem may be posted later. Depends on the state of my hands.