Spread your wings and fly away

As I sign off for the evening I thought I would share another couple of photos with you all. There is something about a man in a leather suit

And here is one for the men

Have a good evening and enjoy!

There is a police helicopter flying overhead.

Obviously they are searching the woods behind us for something/someone.

It is so low it made the house shake.

Is it really that necessary I ask! It is pitch black they have no lights on what the hell are they going to see?

I huffed and I puffed

I grunted and groaned

but it would not budge

i couldn't get all that leather gear on.

it would not move

No amount of trying would get it past my hips.

i can't get into my cat woman suit.

So you will have to make do with this

My favourite book of all time - Pride and Prejudice.

Having seen the BBC version and the film, and watched both too many times to count (with a lot of groaning from family). I love this picture of Matthew MacFadyen in the picture below. Not the most handsomest of Darcy but he portrayed a shyness and vulnerability which I found most appealing. Then there is the Colin Firth one where he comes out of that lake - probably the first one that made my stomach turn over - like seeing a first love.

Then of course there is Martin Henderson from Bride and Prejudice the Bollywood remake - gorgeous eyes but didn't quite do it for me as a Mr Darcy.

Of course there have been many other Mr. Darcy's over the years - Laurence Olivier, fantastic actor and a joy to watch giving the character a little arrogance with grace, David Rintoul - very aughty throughout the production, never softening even at the end.

So out of interest who is your favourite?

Now I am going to do my hoovering!

"Am I really the only person in this house that can clean the bloody toilet - look at the state of it!" I shout out in exasperation afterall it has only been a couple of days since I last did it. You see the only place in my house that gets done on a regular basis is my toilet and kitchen.

"Not my job" says eldest son.

"Who's is it then" I growl back "after all it isn't as though You are the greatest aimer in the world is it"

Think son realised his mistake then, he said it was his father's job!!

Says it all.

For once that is me!

Popped into town this morning, sorted out some bills made sure there was enough money in the account to cover the mortgage etc etc. Looked round the shops for some inspiration for Christmas, got none so came home again!

Went to Homebase for some cleaning materials. Decided with a fit of energy to clean windows upstairs - something I usually only do with water and a little vinegar, but where the dogs noses had been knew that this wouldn't be enough. Also wanted to look at the Christmas trees, our one is getting old and takes up too much room, not much there so just came home with some Mr Muscle, some cloths (mine have had it) and a colour chart for the hallway.

Cleaned bathroom. Not just bath, basin and toilet, but the tiles and window and all the other niggly bits that don't usually get seen. Simon kindly hoovered upstairs for me and the stairs and we both washed the bathroom floor. All windows upstairs got a good clean on the inside, unfortunately I can't do outside as I can't lean out due to back problems, so Nigel will have to do that later

Tidy upstairs looks like a bomb has hit downstairs!

HAve to set to and do that now!

See you later!!