Had a bit of a ropey day yesterday hence not being back. Ambulance came at 9pm as B had temp of 40+, was fitting, vomiting, screaming incessantly, etc. 10pm we were in A&E. 2am, we were back home, after being told he was fine. "Just a virus". Aargh!
He's been hot and bothered all day today, but I think on the mend-ish. Glad I had the wine the previous night, or wouldn't have been able to follow the ambulance in the car.
Kayz, I'm sure it'll all come flooding back, though I understand your worries. I'd be the same. What was Lady's advice in the book?!
Kiwi, have a lovely week in Cornwall. As ever in awe of your running. My current excuse other than no pelvic floor to speak of is that I'd run out of village after about 5 mins, so not much fun.
Jam, if they managed to fit through your front door, what's the worry? They sound ace, the bigger the better, no?
Had some friends over from London today who we rarely see, the little girl was T's first friend, born a day apart but haven't seen each other since they were babies (ok, I use the term 'friend' advisedly, but they used to lick each other and stuff). Anyway, they played so nicely together today, made me all nostalgic...
Fingers crossed for a not too hideous night from the sproglets. Triumph of hope over experience.
P.S Vag, I was obviously slinking in both sexily and shamefully. In a morning after-style. Ah...more nostalgia...