Good morning all. Marmite muffins are on the counter, togethger with the Bambi-shaped scones made by EW in real life.
End of half term, M. Snake back at work - quite cheerful - and just got to break the news of nursery to Wriggle.
UniS - I love the sound of your village!
Thumb - what is swagman's pie? I keep meaning to ask. Tell me which oils you find to be relaxing and sleep inducing (not much of a mozzie problem here due to storm-force gales). I keep waking up between 4.30 and 5 am and it is most annoying. I just stay awake then.
Re diving birds - I had the strangest dream last night, involving Wriggle being swept off to be looked after by someone else, leaving M. Snake and I alone .... . Why I didn't just use the opportunity to finish him off with a shovel I don't know. Must show something. It also shows that the tearoom is entering my dreams.
Daisy, thank you for cashmere throw. Will keep it on all day as a shawl for extra comfort. Friend was not smugdonkeyowneranddatebreaker but woman whose company I have previously enjoyed very much and will now miss, especially since her son is one of Wriggle's best friends. Did try and explain that I was probably a bit overtired and stressed. She said she is totally overladed too ... because she has a three-year old. No job (let alone two), no grumpy husband with depression, no aged parent sitting upstairs worrying about money, no menagerie of pets to look after, messy house and large garden ... Actually I like the pets. And the garden. And the company of the AP. And of course, more than anything else, Wriggle. I wouldn't change. But her husband is away at sea. (That is equal quantities of envy and seasickness.) Just shows that everyone's problems are huge to them, whatever they look like to the outside world.
I, for example, cannot imagine coping with emigrating to a new continent, like Thumb. Very much in awe.
Anyway, this post has definitely turned into a putting-on-the-washing avoidance strategy.