Well that was a bizarre few minutes. I’m sat here cross-legged on the floor tweezering the carpet – she finds the Dyson a little noisy at this time of night – when suddenly she comes haring down the stairs screaming.
For a nasty moment I thought the Scots had breached Hadrians Wall and were marching upon Halton Lea Gate. Then I remembered that at its highest point the wall now only measures about one and a half feet, so isn’t much of a deterrent and quite frankly if they really wanted to turn us into a bunch of deep-fried Mars bar munching skirtwearers, it would probably a lot easier to take a National Express down the M74 to Carlisle.
So at last a little girl herdie. Bit of a surprise. Hopefully she’ll be a sister for Lambey.