And Let Me Play among the Stars.....

It was with a heavy heart I got up this morning.

After 21 Days my Baby Tooli was heading back to the 'Burgh.

21 days in which she has drunk her body weight in Rose Wine and Vodka, and wonders why every day I beat her at "the Plank challenge".

21 days in which she has fallen down the stairs in the local Nightclub (I don't think it is cool to call it a DISCO), at least a couple of time.

21 days in which she has ate sweet and sour sauce and chips at least 4 times.

21 days in which she has sallied in at 5.30 in the morning at least three times, 4 oclock other mornings, and 3 oclock other mornings.

21 days in which she has had the best of fun with her School mates.

and 21 days in which we had the best of laughs with her (when she wasn't out dancing /drinking / chasing men / and falling over obviously).

Am so glad that in the last 21 days, I have seen some of my own youth again, and am overwhelmed with joy that she is throwing herself at life with such enthusiasm... No longer the wee nervous bod who started at uni 18 months ago...

I love this Gal who has appeared! Go get em babe.....

(And make that application.... or I'll make it in your name and they'll never have you then)