My granddaughters are coming for a few days and I haven't seen them in two years.
I had an email last August and a card for my birthday.
I have a lovely new doona for the sofa bed and a bedroom for them.
I don't know what they eat.
I almost forget how old they are, must check birthday book.
Not tell the Blight, stuff him.
Must explain that Nannie (not me) is bonkers.
Must take naked guys off the fridge door.
Must remember to get a nightdress out. They're too young for that kind of freakness.
Camera is ready and I have two spare rolls of film.
Daughter-in-Law has changed her mind twice already so I'm not getting excited. Not really. Cool, I'm very cool.