The Eyes Have It

Or, to be precise, the 'Leaves' have it.
I couldn't believe the news this morning. I actually thought they'd made a mistake. Never has my gob been more smacked.
I suppose we can only hope for the best now and get on with it.

In defiance of Brexit, the girls came over and we enjoyed coffee and croissants before Heidi took us all in hand. We are now waxed, tinted and tweezed to within an inch of our lives; ready for a weekend of fun and frolics.