Afternoon, tis me, Mouse.
I've been at The Funhouse Factory since 9.30am. Those are precious minutes of my life that I will NEVER get back. Utterly shite for someone like Nemo.
He didn't get it, he was more intersted in the building works going on. He didn't want to play in the small bit for under 3's either.
And he fell over and smacked his nose which poured with blood 
It was FULL of twats too. You know, 'Ya, Savanah and Quinten are going to art class this evening', said children being 3. And The Mothers are like Stepford wives. All glam and blinged to go to a fucking soft play!
Yapping on about how sad it is about Maddy and how her mother is disraught, like they are personal friends.
And they are always the ones who laugh far too loudly.
Thank Jeff I was driving there otherwise I'd have been in the bar next door. Never again.
Remind me NOT to go! 
Had a rubbish night, Nemo pulled his tube out and it took an hour to settle him. I put him in our bed and DH slept in his so he at least got some sleep. Nemo's breathing was bad again. All because he puked.
I'm off out to a committee meeting later to help with ideas on fund raising for the pre school.
Doing my bit for the community and all 