...Soy will play.

Or so they probably wish.

They've gone off to Cyprus for a week, and I'm rather glad. This is MY week's holiday from incessant, nonsensical moaning.

I can never win with my parents. I think they do sometimes wish I was a slutty crackwhore with four babies under three years old. At least that would mean I was out socialising.

To their probable dismay, this next week will likely be pretty much the same as the past week. Internet, Poirot, and sandwiches.

With one exception.

*Turns the heating up*

Now, back to my cross stitching, and I do believe Poirot and his associate Captain Hastings are getting into the swing of things on ITV3...