Yahoo, my Baby is back.

Ben is home, yahoo, what more can I say, other than I am one happy mummy.

He is home safe and sound, a bit early but I'm not complaining. We have had great fun since he came home rather late on Sunday night. Monday was a PJ day, and we caught up on all our gossip. Today we ran around the house like headless chickens doing our chores (not in the slightest bit fun, but necessary) then we went and got his uniform for going back to school all sorted and then it was home for more fun and silly games.

Now we have the rest of the holidays all to ourselves, we are trying to decide if we should have some long breaks away together or just day trips out. But seeing as we are free to please ourselves, we will take things as they come.

I forgot to share with you the other day, the most adorable dogs that Ben and me had the pleasure of spoiling and playing with whilst on holiday. I would like to introduce Curry and Moet, so names as these are Gina's two favourite things.

this is Curry, he is such a character, it takes him a while to get to know somebody, but once he does, your his friend for life, he gives little smiles with his teeth, however, he rarely gives cuddles or kisses, but when he does, are they worth it.

And this little cutie pie is Moet, he is now about 2 years old, but he won't believe you if you told him, he is so playful, Ben took a real liking to Moet and Moet took a real liking to Ben, they where always playing together and unlike Curry, Moet will give you loves and kisses till he has worn you away.

The two of them together play so brilliantly. Ben and me took them for a walk almost every day, and on the way back, these two monsters would decide that it was play time and start messing around and jumping up at each other, heres a pic of the monsters in action.

That's Bens legs they are wrapped around.

Anyway, thats it from me for now, I'll leave you with your joke of day.

So there's this man with a parrot. And his parrot swears like a sailor, I mean he's a pistol. He can swear for five minutes straight without repeating himself.The trouble is that the guy who owns the parrot is a quiet, conservative type, and this bird's foul mouth is driving him crazy.One day, it gets to be too much, so the guy grabs the bird by the throat, shakes him really hard, and yells, "QUIT IT!" But this just makes the bird mad and he swears more than ever.Then the guy gets mad and says, "That's it. I'll get you." and locks the bird in a kitchen cabinet.This really aggravates the bird and he claws and scratches, and when the guy finally lets him out, the bird cuts loose with a stream of invective that would make a veteran sailor blush.At that point, the guy is so mad that he throws the bird into the freezer.For the first few seconds, there is a terrible din. The bird kicks and claws and thrashes. Then it suddenly goes very quiet.At first the guy just waits, but then he starts to think that the bird may be hurt. After a couple of minutes of silence, he's so worried that he opens up the freezer door.The bird calmly climbs onto the man's outstretched arm and says, "Awfully sorry about the trouble I gave you. I'll do my best to improve my vocabulary from now on."The man is astounded. He can't understand the transformation that has come over the parrot.Then the parrot says, "By the way, what did the chicken do?"