having the time of our lives

*****turn the sound up*****

when you're obfusKATE-ing the clean out by sewing a speshal handbag to match a gorgeous dress created by your daughter for a skool project absolutely drowning in the latest Hurricane Katie manoeuvre (love that "o") and gorgeous peeps phone at nearly-lunchtime to see if you'd like to celebrate the Blue Skies And Sunshine by a game of Beach Cricket for an hour or two, followed my an icecream with a flake in it, what do ya say?
ya say, "i'll just change outta my pyjamas we'll have a quick early lunch and beat ya meet ya there." and ya leap in The Tardis and zoom-zoom-zoom baby. and when ya get there, everyone miraculously stops squabbling ya spread out into The Big Wide Open Spaces and have a fabulous cricket game and even take the latest Mamma Mia self portrait series:

cos we really do repliKATE Tanya'n'Donna'n'Rosie

don'tcha think?