Wow, just caught up.
Erm, where to start. I'm not from London, but lived in Balham for a year before moving back to France, and that is when I had my Fridge experience. I don't know if I am hard or not. Will have to think about that one. Have definitely never been as hard as VQ that job would have scared me, it's bad enough going into prison to visit someone but to work there full time would be my worst nightmare.
We had our second jabs this morning - went like a dream. LO has moved up to 75th centile for weight but down a little for height. Meh. She looks fine that's all that matters. The Dr checked up her head injury and that is looking OK too. Reassured me that dropping babies is commonplace but what is even more commonplace at this age is falling off changing tables.
Two weekly bin collections is rubbish. Here both recycling and the bins gets picked up every week. In Paris the bins are collected several times a week, or were when I lived there. When I lived in Balham our bins were picked up once a week only but there was a real fox problem. Must be even worse now.
Anyone in Kent? If you're in Kent can you recommend a dog friendly B&B between Folkestone and London? I'll need to break my journey on my way up north. There are several on line but recommendations are welcome. Dog perfectly well behaved, can't say the same about the children, or at least one of them.
GT I've said it before but I don't know how you put up with your ILs living with you all the time. Mine were going to stay for almost three weeks after LO was born but left less than a week after I came home from hospital as we were really starting to get on each other's nerves. It was horrible. They came to help but just criticised pretty much everything we did, and when, five days after the section I winced as I sat on the sofa my MIL said it can't still be hurting now can it? As if I was faking the pain. Erm, yes, five days after surgery when you've only got paracetamol to help still is pretty painful. I won't go into details, partly because I have a sneaking suspicion she stalks me on here (and must use translator to switch it to French as her English is crap isn't brilliant) but they left when I put my foot down and I said that no, DD1 doesn't need to see a shrink and be given sleeping pills after one bad night the nighht her baby sister comes home from hospital, and yet I am the one starting to feel guilty, but every time we see each other it is the same thing. And SIL is even worse. They live right on the other side of the country and have told us they might come and visit again one day but not for a long time . Bt we are starting to think that the kids need their GPs etc so I don't know. Maybe we'll go down and see them in the summer but it will end in tears. So, GT I honestly don't know how you do it and stay relatively sane. Agh, My shoulders and neck literally start to hurt when I think about their last visit. It was three months ago!