Well, my parents are back in Wales. My mum reckoned they'd better leave before further misfortune befell them
And dp is hobbling about - limping spectacularly. The night before last he woke me at 1am in agony because his leg had seized up and he couldn't straighten it, hence couldn't walk to retrieve painkillers. Anyway, last night it was ok and other than his comedy limp he seems to be improving. We had a doctor friend visiting yesterday who gave him a little lecture on alternating ibuprofen and paracetamol for max pain relief etc.
On Friday I cancelled seeing a friend whose kids have had chickenpox, so at least we should be spared that!
Roll on a healthy Christmas I say.
And (cross fingers) I am fine - ran 10 miles on Sunday and felt great!
Oh ... and a question ... have any of your little ones been escaping their cots. Iris is a veritable mountaineer. For daytime naps I have to stay with her till she's asleep, otherwise she unzips her grobag, hurdles out of the cot (which is on its lowest setting) and is found crashing around in her bedroom wreaking havoc and definitely not sleeping. At least she doesn't seem to do it at bedtime in the evening.