Jeremy Kyle and the Infinite Sadness

I don't normally do babies or children or anything that can throw up on me with not a moment's notice (Pete Doherty take note), but I love love love Medieval Girl's gorgeous boy, Oisin. I want one of my own.

He's so smiley!

Last night we caught up on work stuff (Medieval and I, Oisin isn't that advanced yet). I had forgotten most of the faces I used to see every day at the Airport, so with a little gentle bitching I now know who is leaving, who has left, who is pregnant and who is still way too perma-tanned.

God I miss working.

You know it's time to get moving when you find yourself fantasising over Jeremy Kyle and a knob of real butter...

*Erm, not that I do, you understand*