we love cheese in our we love Eurovision

One of the last things I remember from last night was probably the one I benefitted from most this morning, switching off the radio alarm, so come 6am I continued sleeping. For at least another 12 minutes probably, before the number one son decided to wake up. He has very generously started to simply chat away to himself as if he had some imaginary friend round, rather than cry out for attention in a baby crying style.

The girls came back from the sleepover, pleasantly with a glowing report from the Mother of the house, phew. No windows smashed, no fires started, no grafitti in the toilets, our honour is still safe.

So we do Eurovision with obvious levels of enthusiasm and bitterness to those people who simply vote for their friends, it is so unfair after a couple of glasses of wine, debates will rage about preventing certain countries from participating. We had nice food and most importantly, champagne for girls.

Currently the wonderful Blue are slipping down the table after an impressive start.

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