Ladies who lunch

Daisy went to sleep this afternnon and woke up to her friends having a mini party in the front room. Cool.

It has actually been a lovely day as since I got back from Scotland I have been running around like a blue arsed fly (do flies have blue arses?) doing lots of jobs that should have been done before christmas.
The one that sums up my week so far was sitting in the Renault garage with my killer lipstick and screaming baby waiting for a nice man in a boiler suit to stop the nasty red light from flashing on my dashboard.
"WARNING WARNING WARNING' ....... you are going to have to make one of those horrible journeys to a brightly lit excuse for a building on the outskirts of town where prositiutes hang out which is filled with pervert men with BO, a TV in the corner, A coffee machine caked in oil, a receptionist who smokes by the door with her chipped nail polish and a pile of old testosterone smelling car magazines, you will probably be ripped off and treated like a Tory or patronised and treated like a slag........WARNING WARNING WARNING