...oompa loompa doobedee doo ..
well done lottie
well, so, I survived lunch with DP's father and his wife. However I was unable to reduce my orangeness (whoever considers spending almost £40- yes- that much- on rodial light tan, please reconsider) I showered for hours on end, I scrubbed, I didn't have any lemon juice, feedmenow, I only had orange juice and I didn't dare risk that! Suitable trousers too small for my postpartum backside and so I wore a skirt..
well, I was hoping it wouldn't be too noticeable..
first comment (as I was getting out of the car) 'you're very brown, or is that st tropez?'
I have only met these people once before this - I had to confess and changed subject immediately to 'the weather's been lovely hasn't it'
so, within one day it will be beamed around the world to the entire family that I am chavtastically orange, which is simply not true for 360 days of the year, it just happens that this week I may have been a bit.. other than that DS screeched through lunch and I couldn't breastfeed there so it was a bit awkward, but I survived, and I was happy to hear them count L in their 'we have x number of grandchildren' comment, I did the maths and she was included. I know it's minor but it means a lot to me, because they never met her.