I still feel a little sensitive after the 'waking up in bed with a snake incident'. Everytime I think about it properly I shudder. It's not that I don't like Lizzie. Or snakes for that matter. It's just that I came so close to hurting her. In my dreamlike trance I could of really injured the poor cow. As it goes she is fine, a little nervous. When I go in to see her she eyeballs me suspiciously, I swear. If she had hands, or indeed fingers, I am sure she would flip me the bird.

My very good friend, Pez texted this week to say he might pop over on Sunday. Good we can feed him all the leftovers from tomorrow's barbie. Which just reminds me of the time he confided, in strictest confidence, that he had had sex with a frozen chicken. I think my face must have told a thousand stories, because seconds after this revelation he started to furiously backtrack, adding a "only joking"! To this day, I swear he was telling the truth about it. Thank god then that he now has a girlfriend and we never have to speak of it again. Well, not with each other - but I can share it with people on the world wide web instead. Ha ha Pezza Baby!

*cluck cluck*