PJ m'lovely, I was thinking about you in bed last night. Ooh er.
At mothers and toddlers on Tues a very snotty and sneezy little boy kept cuddling Mathilda (I mean who can blame him?) and a small part of me kept thinking 'oh God she's going to be ill now isn't she?' Given the incubation of the common cold, I knew last night was 'the night' and I started sneezing, got a sore throat etc. DH lay there watching me sneeze and sarcastically said 'don't tell me, what if M gets it, what if it's actually the plague, what if she sucuumbs to it, what's her temperature now do you think, should we put her in a bubble' etc etc. Thinks he's funny. I lay there and thought 'PinkJenny'd understand'. I'm crap when she's ill. Always seems to get a secondary infections and I can't relax. It's things out of my control you see. Like job interviews.
I feel your pain, honest I do. I'm used to getting the job and if I didn't I'd be in a pool of angst and asking why why why? The answer of course is because they're stupid and haven't seen your fab slippers.
In fact, are you me? Keep saying things like, must get dd into her own bed and try some sleep training, can't bear it at all though and do nowt about it.
Oh and at TonicWoman being posh. I'd say sommat about fur coats and knickers but she'll lamp me one with her tiara.