where the streets have no name

Mr McMuffin makes our road sound a bit 'Stella Sreet', but it isn't really like that. Most of the time we try to ignore the celebs and just get on with our lives.

This weekend we saw the lovely Profiteroles and had a good time catching up with them and hearing the latest exploits of their twin daughters. They're growing up but still as funny as when they were babies and had their own private language. The Profiteroles could hear them talking in the night and the only words they could make out were 'Mummy' and 'Daddy' followed by the sound of them cracking up with laughter. I love the idea of these tiny children mocking their parents at such a young age. It took me many years to get to the same point and even longer for my parents to appreciate it!

We also went to the garden centre with Ms Ginger Cake, who has developed an interest in gardening. It was nice to feel knowledgable and tell her the names of plants. My knowledge of course was of where the labels were situated. She learned a lot from this, next week she'll be showing me where they are.

We also managed to catch up with Rock Cake and Gypsy Tart who had been sailing down the Thames in their new boat. We have an invitation to join them next time and I'd really like to go. Having done a few lessons I realise that it's not as easy as it looks. I'd always had this fantasy that I'd be a natural sailor (and skier). Well, i'm not a natural but it has taught me one thing and that's never to go skiing and to keep the dream intact.

Work this week then two whole weeks off. I'm certainly using up my annual leave this year. I'm not carrying one minute over.