chasing great for the cross-stich (am crap at crafts as my school reports show - if you want to start knitting I have a book and needles I can post you) was my first maternity leave resolution not even touched
detective I didn't answer yesterday because I knew the piss would be taken, but if you run the glycerin suppos under cold water they are easier to insert. And you have to go to halfway between the first finger bone and the knuckle of the person you are inserting them into. And no gloves, do you thinkI put gloves on every time I shove onenup LO's bum? No. Just wash your hands. And under the nails. Enjoy.
Just saying
to those of you with access to ella's or organix...
Anyway, just had a very cool experience with DD1. Yes, it's late, but she is now in my bed . We were outside on the terrace in the 30degree heat at about 10pm and the weather changed, in about 30 seconds. And we realised we are in for a stor earlier than they predicted. Bt we have heaps of microclimates round here and it was over the river about 5km away, and when it starts there it doesn't normally come here. But there were huge gusts of wind. So we cleared the terrace of plates and plastic shit and sat on the ground and watched. She was ENTRANCED by the wind in the trees and the lightning on the horizon, and we just watched it go by. It was so windy but the storm was so far away we weren't worried.
Lovely end to an evening. A real introduction to the power of Mother Nature for DD1. She was entranced but loved every second. So I'm quite glad we kept her up late tonight to watch that.
Have closed all the shutters now as the main part of the storm is about to hit. If I'm not on line tomorrow you'll know why. We always lose connection in big storms. You'd think we are at the arse end of nowhere, but we are 15 miles from a capital city. Unfortunately not in the same country, so we are at the arse end of nowhere for the French networks and don't we know it at times like this !
Night quiche. Off to close the shutters. It's 30degrees in the house, sweating like a pig for the chop, but tomorrow morning hoping to open them up to a fresh, cooler world.