P-O-S-H

On the train back from Edinburgh today, I was sitting across the aisle from a rather pooooosh woman and her four children: Two boys of about 9 and 7, and two girls of about 5 and 3. Some of her phone calls were rather entertaining (I could hear them quite clearly over the music through my headphones!). They included telling the nanny to cook lamp chops for the kids' tea, and phoning someone to arrange lunch at Fortnum's to discuss buying 'guns' for the boys! She also told the younger girl to: "Stop being nasty to Harry, he's going back to his other house tomorrow. Yes dear, the Harrow house."

It's the posh posh travelling life, the travelling life for me... :D

I just watched Child Of Our Time which featured a small boy called William who is fond of 'testing his strength' by scrapping with his siblings, friends and parents. Hmmm... Familiar? His mum's even called Gillian too!

Also on Child Of Our Time, a researcher was asking kids to pick which of four kids pictured on a board would they like to play with. I hope Rob wasn't watching :P

[Edit 23:48

Emma's latest post:
"...my whole body still aches from weeks ago, although its all healing quite quickly..."

Jim's blog, a few weeks ago:
"JiM's Tips #2: Bum Sex"]