The thoughts of me and my dog who used to be Harvey, but is now George, who is Harvey's great-great-great-great-nephew.
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
It's Husband's fault
We're going to the Italy Wales rugby international when we're in Rome in February and I asked Husband if he thought there would be face painters there. (When we go to the Millennium Stadium in Cardiff for an international I always have a dragon painted - well, daubed - on my cheek.) He said, 'Why don't you get a daffodil hat?' This week I said to him, 'I must remember to get my daffodil before we go to Italy,' and he said, 'You're not seriously going to get one, are you?' 'Well, d'oh, yes.'