I wrote a huge long post to you matilda, and DH took the iPad out with him while I was sorting the children out for bed, before I finished posting it! the cheek! Anyway, I was going to say well done you for raising awareness of the ATOS shite, and for hopefully speeding up your own assessment. TBF on the Tories, they need all the help they can get following the shambles of ATOS and other corrupt organisations they have allowed to be involved in deciding the future of so many people, which might explain his niceness. pleasing on the eye is always helpful 
DD showed me something today that made me feel a bit shit for being so moony about my lot. She has been watching a documentary about a girl called Joanne who has no limbs, born without them. She has made an impression on DD, who has shown me and DH the documentary separately. She is amazing - happy, clever, bubbly, fun, enjoys her life and her attitude is you only get one shot at life, live it to the full. She recognises her disability means limitations but she also acknowledges what she can do and concentrates on working on those things. Such inspiration. Reminds me of my luck, health, my fortunes and that actually my life is largely very good. My health problems should not dominate my life.
I said lots of other stuff in response to some other posts to. But on my other post. DH might even post it later when he finds it
. So sorry for those I missed. I'll re-post when I remember.
The children are in my bed. Asleep. I have like an inch of room, they are sprawled. I feel very blessed today. DD and DS both said they were looking forward to having a baby brother or sister some day
I told them that won't happen, but actually, I think I might be feeling a bit broody [shh don't tell DH]. We have no space, not enough money, and there is no way I could handle it physically, not just my back problem which in itself will likely cause huge problems, but also I suffered from mild HG with DD, severe HG with DS from like 10 days post conception (literally that soon) to like 2 hours before he was born (2 weeks late). I could not handle puking 5 times a day for actually 9 whole months with another one. But, I look at the babies i have and I think 'we did well with those two, maybe we should have more'. I do think part of it is that i love them so so much and would like to keep loving little ones, I actually thought today, I don't want them to grow up, but then realised i do, so maybe that means I want more and that's what it's about. It's only a little pang a notion that makes my belly flutter a little where it used to make me feel slightly scared