Right, that's it.
I'm ringing up my solicitor on Monday to get a restraining order.
10 Lords, leaping about the place. I suspect they'll be leaping on the maids in a minute.
Forget no room at the inn - there's no fucking room in my house now.
Merry Xmas? In the words of the late great McColl:
Merry Xmas your arse, I pray god it's our last.
Me
