I've left my beautiful boys with a friend while I'm away. I know she will look after them brilliantly but how I miss them. I am going to Manchester tomorrow for a week. I haven't been back home for 20 years so I think its maybe time for a visit lol. Taking the kids to show them where I come from. We don't go till tomorrow and I keep going upstairs and expecting their little squeak, the guinea boys not the kids! The house is dead without them. I have to say though one of the cheeky boys chewed through the wire for my twig light. Thank god it wasn't plugged in. I was upstairs packing so I'm blaming my hubby. Obviously its not the boys fault. Hopefully once I am in Manchester and busy then I won't miss them as much but its sooo quiet. They really are part of the family. I think it was worse leaving them than leaving my son on his school trip because at least my son knew he was coming back the boys probably think I have abandoned them. Who would have thought that two furry fuzz balls could capture my heart.
