The blubbering, as mentioned in me fridge thread, has commenced.

Got to go out and by a catering pack of tissues now apparently.

Miss Moosey has pleaded with me to ...."look after her mother...promise me"

I reluctantly agreed without using the werd 'promise', but young G unfortunately saw me fingers crossed behind me back when i agreed to....just to keep the peace like.
The tears flowed eben more then.

I'm in the wulf 'ouse...again.
