it was an eightlegged visitor. have had three enoormous and one small one in the flat and a real brute of one above the garage door to dispatch this month. it is beginning to play on my nerves a bit now, think i see them everywhere and when i closed my eyes last night I could see them. eek. tis the stress that does not help.
there are 2 or 3 people at church who are lovely and one of them took ds for me today and he stayed without a fuss... yay! he came back just before the end of the service though as he asked for the potty.
church is not good for my general disposition. had a strop at the downstairs neighbours and took their rubbish out of my bin and left it back on their doorrstep as it had completely filled our bin and we have half a week to go. they filled my bin last week too and two of the neighbours' bins.
have asked one of the elders about the form and he said he will fill it in. he is the first person to ask how it is like living without h. (8 months on) 
i said shattering, but should have said it was nice not to get punched in the head now. h hasn't told them why we split. i feel that they think it is all my fault. (they have only heard his version) of course they may not think this, but as no-one has tried to communicate properly then i have no evidence to the contrary, and they were a bit weird about the churrch weekend. i spend farr too much time on my own overrthinking things.
another answer to prayer the tv is working again, ds tuned it on/off rerpeatedly and got it stuck in standby mode, cue crying ds and howling dd and very grumpy mummy who may have shouted a liiiiitttle bit more than I should.. 
ds goes to nurrserry tomorrow for his first day. I am praying he doesn't poo there.
will pray for your mum madhair. tis very worrying isn't it.