Poor things. What can you do when you're born looking like this?

This weekend's shaping up to be pretty amazing. Chatsworth for a picnic then a hotel for dinner and then London on Sunday. It's gonna be a HUGE weekend. I just wish we could've stayed until Monday and saw the Pirates premier.

Not that that would even compare to the rest of the weekend. It's going to be great.

There are two of these pictures in the cafe. I really don't know which one I like the best. She looks so pretty in both of them. So here they both are.

'Eeeey.

Peeegasus

I guess you had to be there. But you weren't, which is why it was so perfect.

THIS MORNING

(Not exactly what was said. I don't remember and that's what's keeping my braincells alive.)

PHILIP: As the lyrics said, "Birthday wishes and a bottle of wine." And apparently Heather sent Paul a bottle of wine.

SHOWBIZ WOMAN THING: Well, yes, it's said that Heather wasn't a fan of The Beatles before she met Paul but she's obviously learnt something from the lyrics...

There are thousands of people the world over who've sent and received bottles of wine for birthdays for decades. Why does it have to be something special because they're famous. Idiots.

We just got some photos back from France. Some I love others are just O.K.

I took one identical to this last time but it didn't come out and I was so disappointed but here it is this time.

Heeeres Felix. He's great. He's old and fat now so we only saw him twice but what times they were. *nod*

This is just as we were coming into Portsmouth. Look at my mum's face! : She's always doing that face.

Blogger is being insane and wont let me upload the last two pictures so I'll do them seprately.