Well? No. 1 son has got a temporary job in a factory. The agency sent him down to fix locks on double glazed windows.

He walked into the place to be met by the head of HR (well she was the cleaner really, but it's a small operation)

Ay Up love, she said, they'll love you. It's all women here. No. 1 son's eyes and vital signs lit up. Until he walked into the factory proper. "Honestly Mum, he said, they're ALL your age. (elderly then. reinforced undergarments, and don't mention the gusset!)

So how is it I said. Ah, it's alright, half of them want to Mother me, and the other half want to pull me. (pull? What?) Ah don't ask.

He's only been there two days and he's getting complimentary Jaffa cakes, and lusty looks off women who should know better (but bless em for trying)

He's a babe! he's mine, and he'll make me a grandmummy someday. But please, NOT with another grandmummy. He has made me promise NOT to let the girlfriend see this blog entry. Why would she be worried? She still thinks cellulite is a battery?????

But I still think he could make a mint during tea break with a white t-shirt and a can of diet coke!!!!