Good morning pregnant people. I was all set to have a lie in this morning it being the first day of my holiday and all but have been up since 6.30 with a renewed burst of energy. Have just put on my second load of washing, tackled the ironing pile and hoovered up (neighbours are deaf). Just got to clean the bathrooms (three of the bloomin' things), scrub the kitchen floor, clean the oven and dust and I can have some lunch. Feeling very industrious this morning. I may regret it this afternoon.
Pains are less intense this morning. Don't worry, if they got worse, more regular or closer together I'll call the midwife. The baby's movements are changing too as she engages more. She's much lower and can't move as much, just kicks at my ribs on a regular basis. No intention of giving birth just yet I assure you.
Got the greatest thing through the post this morning. A letter which starts 'We are pleased to inform you that following all assessments and medical tests you have passed selection for Norfolk Constabulary. We would like to offer you appointment as a Police Constable and will confirm the date to start training in due course'. Woo hoo! It will be months still but we have The Letter.
I am more than I can type this morning. I want to be on a train to Scotland. I love Scotland and when DH has completed his first two years he can apply for a transfer to Lothian and Borders Constabulary. I can get some land, grow some veg and get a pig and a goat. Perfick.
Scoot can you ask your DH to explain something to me. WTF is cricket? I mean, honestly. It's not even a sport, it makes no sense and it's always a draw. How can it be a draw? Now I played rounders at school and you couldn't claim 'oh no I intended to get more home runs but I ran out of time therefore it's a draw'. No, you win or you lose. Cricket is such a load of mind-numbing tosh and it goes on for days. After 46 seconds most normal people have lost the will to live, nobody keeps score as it's only going to be a draw anyway and the spectators all slump, topless, tattooed, with beer in hand, jeering indeciferable phrases at a bunch of blokes playing a complicated game of catch. I ask again, WTF is cricket?
Other good news today is that we are being given a car. The IL's friends' son is reducing his fleet (eh?) and has a car that he can't be bothered to sell. It's nothing fancy, just a little pootley thing that probably does 0-60 in a day and a half, but it has 4 wheels and space for a carseat. Great news. I should learn to drive. But we can at least get away and take the little person out of a 5 mile radius once in a while.
I'm going to eat poached eggs on toast and then clean the oven. Will be back shortly to start planning the London thing. I need to work out the underground (how do you get on it? where do you buy a ticket? does it really say 'mind the gap'? where is it other than underground? how do I get underground? will I be crushed? etc) and where other attractions are- I've only seen them in magazines. Tuesday's definitely fine for me btw. Shall I wear my t-shirt from Animals on the Underground? It has a pig on it. London will hate me, all my clothes look like this .
Anyway, work to do!