Mothercare is great. You can go and play with the train sets and try and guess which mums are single. Helps if you take a kid. Oh, and hide the beer cans too. And look really interested in the most expensive pushchair they have. . . . . . . Some of them three wheelers with the knobbly's are the bee's knees. And a word from the wise, don't get the single/married to a squady who's home on leave mum's confused. They say the scar will die down after a few years.
And waytogo Tris. Tell us when your racing somewhere other than outer mongolia and I might have to book a day out to see you try and keep your car in one piece. I have a mental picture of a red Formula car, a long straight, a brick on the acclerator, and you lying prostrate across the engine cover with a roll of gaffa tape in your hand and your cape flapping over your head.
Over active imagination. Moi? And Becky. Stop cracking on to me will yer. That move you pulled in the toilets . . . . Left me speechless. I thought I was safe around you . . . . .