Hurrah, it's Saturday

Why hurrah? No reason really, it just means the kids are home all day today, and tomorrow and will probably innundate me with a thousand ridiculous, and irrelevant, questions that they are quite capable of answering for themselves, but won't.
I have found, over the years, that it doesn't seem to make any difference how old they become they still ask the questions. Okay, they have got out of the 'Why' stage, but the questions still go on. It drives me barmy sometimes, especially as they seem to choose the most inconvenient times (i.e. as the pan boils over on the cooker, or when I have a gloss paint covered brush in my hand and a half painted door).
Fair enough, the half painted door hasn't been an issue for a while, but you can bet your bottom dollar it will happen today as I have some glossing to do in the downstairs hallway.

That's a funny phrase, your bottom dollar. I know it means your last dollar, but I can't help thinking of a stack of dollars in the middle of a room and someone trying to retrieve the bottom one that they have just won, without removing the dollars above it.
Hmm!... Thinking!... Maybe that would be a worthwhile gamble, and if successful you'd win all the dollars above it as well. Maybe you'd have to put a dollar on the top of the pile before trying to remove the one at the bottom. If you win you keep them all, if you lose the pile gets bigger. Hmm, my brother springs to mind...

My brain obviously isn't functioning properly today because I came up with a really good blog discussion yesterday but absolutely cannot recall it today. I think I'll have a quick look at what is happening news-wise and maybe comment on some of that. Well, you can't say I don't try to be current, can you...

No, it seems that the news is pretty boring today. It's important I have to admit, but nothing wonderfully new that is worth commenting on, except maybe the return of The Secret Policemans Ball charity show, which has been in hiding since 1989. Led by Chevy Chase this year it is good to see it back. (opinions welcome)

Well, I suppose I'd better go and paint. It won't be a van gogh, or even a Rolf Harris. It will just be a big, white, shiny, flat(ish) surface with a handle stuck half way up it. However, if I was van gogh I could probably sell it for a few million quid as modern art.

See you all soon, and remember... smiles use more face muscles than frowning, so look miserable and save energy.