Ah, at last I'm home, pj's and bed within seconds. Yes, Glasgow's still nuts with the Commie Games crowds. I'll miss all this buzz when it's gone and it's a shame I have to avoid the last of it. It's been a good time here.
Lots of stabby bump pains and some bonus stabby tit pain that made me cry on the train. Lucky me.
Bring on the mum and dad cuddles (I tend to regress when I feel this shitty!) and then the sleep of the dead interspersed with Netflix episodes back to back. Recommendations welcome, but I can't cope with gore of any kind or much violence (see my total meltdown last night when DH changed the movie on the hotel tv - cannot erase those images). Bed rest/ minimal activity at least until Tuesday.
Enjoy your nesting, resting, etc! 