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There are many times during an average day when I want to escape.
Take this morning, for example, I needed to escape to the loo. Presley and Cash decided they absolutely had to come with me. I don't really need an audience to perform, but they refused to be left behind. I was, erm, doing what I had to do, when Presley pointed at my nethers and shouted 'NO NAPPY!'. Cash joined in with the pointing and shouting. Nice.
I wish Presley had been as quick to shout 'NO NAPPY!' when his own dirty nappy had somehow come undone later and worked its way down his trouser leg to his ankle. It looked like a soggy gym weight or a chunky single leg-warmer. It was so much fun cleaning him up, she added sarcastically.
This is why I need to escape.
There are three things I like to browse on the internet, always have done, and these are handbags, houses and holidays. I have spent many a happy hour planning a holiday, some of them I've even been on!
How lovely to spend a few minutes dreaming about holidays in Italy or holidays in Greece.
I am sitting by a sparkling swimming pool, having just ordered another fruity cocktail. Shall I have another swim or shall I rest my eyes for a while?
*cue the jarring sound of a needle sliding across a record*
Neither. No time for that now, I have to tidy away the lunch devastation. Once I've done that I'll have another sneaky surf and leave the page of my virtual brochure open for Andy to see...