She has a good appetite then jammy. We haven't eaten out with baggins yet but he is a true hobbit given the chance. And he likes nothing more then helping DH with his kippers for second breakfast. DH wants me to buy smoked haddock for them both but I can't bear the expense (ok it probably isn't but it feels it to me because me and thebig boys don't like it).
I am still a bit , but trying to find something good in all of this SHITE. I am a bit weary of everything being so damned complicated. My current thoughts on getting a job are - caravan cleaning at a local holiday park. Because no stress (I expect), no people, local so minimum driving, it's a fairly good rate of pay in this area and it would be easy to get out of if something better came up/DH has a miracle opportunity. I really don't want to work full-time (because I don't think we would be better off that way as I don't have an actual "profession"). It must be better than (occasionally) resenting DH for having his injury.
Sorry, irrelevant, but am trying to sort my thoughts into something helpful. I hate feeling like some kind of state-scrounging criminal (I wrote DHs appeal letter earlier - with the guidelines he was given at his appointment - and it was terrible. Maybe I could get a job with the tabloids)