sweetheart

Mr McMuffin is my 'cariad' today. Despite the ability to drive me insane in seconds, he can also make me very happy. I came downstairs this morning and he showed me the cheesy bug thing he had done, and I was almost late for training.

This training is excellent, and I'm really enjoying it. Normally we go to the training suite in a building slap bang in the most depressing estate I have ever seen. This time we're in a 15th century building surrounded by gorgeous gardens and fantastic greenhouses. I want my office to move there.

I've also stumbled into our garden and found that the frogs are back and breeding up a storm in our pond. This is the ugly pond that we wanted to get rid of, but given the rarity of sites where frogs can have sex, we have decided to keep our own little frog brothel. When it rains they get very adventurous and come inside. Mr McMuffin is a big baby because they are 'slimy' so I have to chase them around and get them out. They also sing a lot, not very tunefully, but you can pick out 'Baby, one more time' if you listen carefully.

In the botanical gardens in Funchal (Madeira) there is an small amphitheatre with a massive frog pond in the middle. One time we went, we were the only people and all the frogs started singing. It was, strangely enough, a magical moment. I can't wait to go to Madeira again, we try and go every couple of years, and it is always gorgeous and relaxing. It seems to be adored by the retired, and we were disapproved of by a couple of elderly gentlemen as they thought we should be in Ibiza or somewhere similar going clubbing and taking drugs. I know we looked young to them, but we really aren't that young.