Oh Justa, it is so sad when you put it like that. Is there any chance of going on the train, or is it one of those marish journeys roundabout everywhere? And poor ds2, though you've given me the cheery idea of chocolate cake (my favourite) - can't hurt, can it?!
Shangrila, no googling!!! At this point it might be worth telling you about a letter I had when pregnant with DD, before all the pregnancy traumas since. We'd been away for a few days, I was about 28 weeks, and had had bloods taken because I was rhesus negative and needed anti-D, but while doing that they tested the glucose level. The letter said 'a level above xxx may indicate diabetes'. I read that and thought it said I had diabetes. And I freaked, because I had been scoffing Starbucks cakes all holiday and before I opened the letter I had put some muffins in the oven to bake. I was a major drama queen, dancing around crying that I had diabetes. Only my level was v low and I didn't, only I hadn't read that far. I started googling and panicking, and bemoaning my lost muffins. It took DH to read the letter and tell me I hadnt got diabetes to calm me down. And that was BEFORE all the horror since.
Bee - please tell us aboy your colour schemes! I love that sort of thing too.
And Newspaper (I preferred your old name, was quicker to type!!!!), J's dress, either one, sounds lovely. As for remembering things, I am like an elephant - I never forget anything. The polite explanation is that I am interested and have a good memory. The real answer is that I am incurably nosy...
Another hellish night here, punctuated by screams of 'weeeetch' (witch).
But I am cheered by prospect of making cake.