Just to be very clear - I can't believe myself I am writing this post.

A very close friend and his fantastic family is staying over at mine for the weekend. They have 2 beautiful kids - One aged 8-ish and other 3-ish (or thats my guess at least - I have no clue how people guess kids ages). They are just bloody adorable, both of them. The young boy talks about dinosaur cakes and his last birthday party, stands in my balcony , plane-spotting and then explains the difference between small and big planes, loves toast with tomato ketchup, and mostly says things which even his mum can't understand. The elder sister takes care of her little brother and talks about her love for ballet and snorkelling and some other very serious stuff. They have gone sight-seeing in London this morning but - wait for it, here it comes - I am actually looking fwd to meeting them 2 back again in the evening. I am EXCITED to meet the young ones and listen to their blabber again. I must be going soft. Thankfully they are going back Monday or I would end up adopting both of them, and I somehow I dont think that would be such a good deal for them.

On another point, and this might prove there is a major sadist note in me , or maybe its true with most of us. I can't bear reading blogs of people who proclaim they are happily married and the 3rd line of their post mentions "how my fantastic hubby made me a lunch today" and so forth - Thats an Alt-F4 right there. Next!!