Hello! I am back but have the horridest cold, sore throat, stupid fat throbbing head, gloopy deaf ears and all sorts of other weird symptoms like itchy sore skin from neck to ankles (maybe that's pregnancy, though, who knows). There's loooooads I want to say and will do a giant catch up tomorrow, but yes, the wedding was fabulous and the bride and groom were so thrilled with each other, it was really touching. It was splendid to see Avo and to meet Mr Avo, who was a real diamond, we loved him. I am so disappointed I missed his dad dancing, though (we were first on the coach, whilst he was herded on last by Avo). I didn't realise he was that tiddly, though he did seem slightly comically animated when he got off the coach Avo looked very nice indeed in a very sassy little suit and I felt horrid and mumsy in a dress I bought last year for the chambers summer do. But that's what you get for being podgy and up the duff I was also horrifically sober and my feet were killing me in my shoes. (Sympathies, Daisy, for your hen night feet).
Yes, O was an extremely good girl at the wedding, I admit. HOWEVER, she is the original Girl Who Had a Little Curl, because for a good chunk of Sunday, Monday and today, she has been abominable and it's been quite hard. And her eating has become even worse, she has started throwing things and is now pinching me about 300 times a day. (JB, I think it was you asking about hitting; I am at my wits end with the pinching. If I tell her 'no!' she gets cross and pinches me harder, whereas if I ignore it she pinches me harder to get a reaction). I did laugh on the plane on the way over, though, when she got really cross with me over nothing and lashed out and in her fury and confusion pinched a random lady on the plane who happened to be passing up the aisle with a generous muffin top hanging temptingly over the top of her jeans. Oh dear. So, JJ, in answer to your question, yes she does have paddies Many, and daily, believe me. She just intersperses the paddies with bouts of supremely angelic behaviour (eg on the boat trip yesterday, she sat nicely for 10 mins with headphones on, listening to the commentary.)
All in all, though, we had a lovely time in Sweden. Stockholm over the past couple of days has been particularly nice as, surprise surprise, the city is a little more up my street.
I have yakked on about myself as usual. Mom, you have been very much in my thoughts over the last few days. I think you are brave to try to stay strong. I keep trying to think of the right words to say but am anxious not to get it wrong. But lots of love to you, and I am pleased you managed to enjoy some of the weekend. That's the ticket.
Trace, I was going to say what Syb said about female ejaculation (you never know). I bet your DH didn't even notice, whatever it was. Don't feel rubbish. Try those cone things if you think your pelvic floor needs a bit of a tone? As for conversations which other people find boring, I love to tease DP (affectionately) about the time he proclaimed "Sainsbury's were out of orange Toilet Duck, you know!" Oh, and he is always going on about how he's desperately in need of more time alone. I suppose I get it so much more, though I don't really count time with DD as time alone.
Kiwi, that is so cool about BabyKP. The little monkington, hiding her light under a bushel!
Beans, the friends who watched you bustle about, 8 months pregnant ...and your DH really needs to chill down.
I loved hearing about the Northern meet up. It sounded so nice. I shall look at all the pics tomorrow.
Rubes, your brother...well, he obviously hasn't got a clue about how selfish he's being. I am sorry the stress is ongoing. It sounds very tricky and really is the last thing you need at the mo. Sigh.
Sybs, I will text you tomorrow with dates. And Katie, either of those days you mentioned suit me. 'Twill be lovely.
Have loads more people to reply to but I need to have a hot shower in a vain attempt to feel better and will carry on in the morning. Gnnnnn. Have have crummy sleeps for the past few nights and it's messing with my head. Night night all.