Jesus Puppets...

Got our first non family visitors tonight. One Cat 'n' Woody - the newly weds. They came bearing gifts of snacks and cava and a big bag of curtains on loan for our ludicrously massive windows that we refuse to spend money on due to our renting situ.

It was amazing to have some pals round. Bry made tea and it did rock. We all had a good blether and I got a tiny bit watery eyed at the photos of their baby scan. Can't wait for this little un. I'll be proper pinching it for head sniffs and squeezes at all opportunities.

A random chat about snoring and sleep talking prompted Bry to dig out a little note he'd written around 1999 after I fell asleep one night on the sofa. He couldn't believe the random nonsense I chatted about whilst out for the count so wrote it down to preserve the memory...

"Jesus puppets on gloves that were kept by Simon in a matchbox. Not Simon from London but Simon an accountant who was from Essex and sang to my sister".

Evidence (if required) of madness, no?