its Four in the Morning..

Bit like that old country and western song my Mum used to sing, constantly!. Actually its 02.35. Wind and rain buffeting against the Kitchen door, have once again dusted off 'Spiderman' for another cup of Earl Grey.
My Lasagne was a success! Emma has decimated it!. So for the first time in my culinary exploits, I can add a half decent Lasagne to the list. I really should practice more now I have all this time on my hands. Max banned from the Xbox tonight as he was grouchy after coming off it last night, he can contemplate tidying his hovel of a bedroom me thinks.
One project at a time will focus on the Garden this week, after all I am supposed to be on holiday. But must surely get the Volvo serviced. Strange sometimes how we just cant sleep. I guess its because we adjust naturally as we get older, and our stresses or moods are more cerebral, simply harder to switch off. The House is so quiet, Emma and Max in the arms of Morbious, and so for that matter is Saffi, the skinny little thing that she is. That song, was sure it was Jim Reeves?. Rumour has it that my brother may have sold his house, we cant seem to get hold of him on his mobile, so will have to see. Will know doubt get one of those apartments in the City, they may look good but to depressing given the choice, we shall see. Peter did apparently ring mum on mothers day, and hello Linda, hope your having a good day, did I tell you that my friend George Garsia visited me last month?, lives up the road from you, I looked after his late parents many moons ago, a really nice guy. One day I should go to Florida, always wanted to see Cape Kennedy, is it still called that?. God listen to me am clearly manic!, not good is it really?....