Billy didn’t even get to first base…

I had a date booked with Billy. Specifically my bum and tum. And he was there – waiting ever so patiently after I had trekked across London with a pram in rush hour, did yogo with Waybaloo and joined in a very involved and exhausting bath and story time (Lola wasn’t tired and it transpired that E wasn’t either!).

I walked into the room, our eyes met across the lounge. I unzipped my pencil skirt and stepped out of my laddered tights, I slipped my yogurt smeared top over my head and reached behind me to unhook my greying bra… and put on my pj’s and made a peanut butter and jam sandwich. Bliss!

Thats about as good as it got I’m afraid… Tomorrow maybe?

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