TWIN BROTHERS II

Tonight I'm at Mrs Kipling's in the well appointed spare room with ensuite. Usually I would be rolling around taking pictures in the nude but I'm not sure it would be 'right' for Mrs K & Co to check their RSS feed and see my bare bum in more places than necessary through their home. Besides, there is something not quite right with me: it's a cross between feeling like The Frenchman doesn't love me and manufacturing a self fulfillinf prophecy. I don't know why.

Anyway to feel better - Mrs K and I both have our woes - we ate spaghetti bolognaise, danced to ABBA til we were clutching our tummies with laughter and shaken-up-dinner-aches, made dog love to Frieda, watched some Nigerian TV about Twoface visiting a motherless baby hostipal and then made a string of Twin Brothers jokes until we got too tired and had to go to bed.

And dat's de bottom line! Hmm! Hmm!

Xx Lektrogirl