......that's what I am.
By your comments, I mean.
I didn't realise you had been worried about me.
Did you think the Father of This Lot had 'done me in'?
Were your minds racing along the lines of...............
You know me better than that.
Wouldn't this have been nearer the mark.....................?
Actually, this is a very inaccurate picture.
For a start, that punch is way too girly and playful for my liking, and I think that rig-out gives the Father of This Lot a bit of a look of Jason King.
If you are old enough to remember Jason King you are most welcome to this blog.
If not, please leave now as you are depressing me.
Anyway, I'm back.
Without explanation or excuse, I might add.
Real life got in the way.
You know how it is.
And I shall be easing myself back into this blogging lark with very short posts.
I thought this best since it took me three hours lastnight to remember how to get on to the thing in the first place.
However, I shall leave you with this little text gem from the Football Fanatic on Saturday night:
FF: Have you ever met anyone from Sicily?
Me: No. Why, have you?
FF: Yeah. Two lads buying us drinks.
Me: Are they good looking snappy dressers who keep going on about how much they love their mother?
FF: God, Mum, how did you know that?
Me: Dunno, kiddo. Lucky guess?
I thought it prudent at this point to step up my prayers a notch until she arrived home.
Which she did.