The end of a quiet week.
As the ash settles I was going to blog about my lack of love for soul music. Then I thought about doing something about an ultra-talkative, rather tiresome, completely exhausting friend of mine who not only terrified Ashely Jensen after bumping into her in LA with her endless chatter, but found herself sitting next to her on the plane home too, much to Ashley's clear displeasure.
But really I can't be bothered.
Mrs F-C was lucky enough to get the last plane out of Heathrow yesterday morning, but I fear she may never return.
Have a lovely weekend everyone. I'm high-pressure water-jetting my decking. It's a thrill a minute being me.
