All by myself

Hubby left early this morning for a three-day trip down to Melbourne. For business, apparently, though he refers to it as the annual "love fest". Hmm...

It started well. Lily woke up and came to have her morning milk bottle in my bed and proceded to unscrew the top and tip the content (all 150ml of toddler formula) on her and the bed, the pillows and the doona. Way to go, smarty pants. I'd just changed the damn bed the day before.

So anyway... puts you in a murderous mood for the rest of the day, doesn't it?

Tell Me You Love Me. Looking at the site, it doesn't grab me. So why are you watching this,  ? What's the pull? Let me know. I know you like it enough to rec it but I want to pick your brain about it more before I spend the little bandwidth I have left...

On another note, I came upon this thing on BBC page: The State Within.  , I gotta ask, how is it? Any good? Surely you've watched this since it stars Mister Jason Gorgeous Blue Eyes Isaacs... let me know. Since I'm currently catching up on the fifth season of Spooks, I'm in the right frame of mind for another British drama.

And it's official... Colin McRae did die in a helicopter crash on the weekend. Adieu.





I can't imagine how I would cope if I lost my child and husband in one blow, just like that. How his wife must feel... His son was 5 years old, and Colin only 39. Isn't it ironic that he could have died a thousand times over in the many races and car crashes he's been in, but ends up dying once he's retired, and like a hundred metres from his home? I've said it before and I'll say it again: God's got a sick sense of humour.

The Scottish Beeb reports: Family tribute to McRae and son and Tributes pour in for legend McRae