Wednesday, 2 June 2010

When the cat's away...

...the mice will spend all night blogging and have a fishfinger sandwich for supper.

B's in Brussels.  I am in bliss.

My 21-year-old self is cringing in horror.


  1. I can't think of a single blogger who'd disagree with you.

    Mmmmm, fishfinger sandwich - I haven't had one of those for ages. Craving now!

  2. This mouse was blogging like mad last night and will be doing the same and tweeting tonight!!

  3. My secret guilty treat is pasta and pesto. Look forward to the nights I'm allowed to have it. My 21 year old self is crying, nay weeping with horror. x

  4. With saladcream in white bread - yummy

  5. This mouse likes to get in secret blogging time when the cat is away too! But I've never had a fishfinger sandwich. Sounds yummy.


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