Kayz, I hope you have a lovely day tomorrow and the cakes look smashing.
DP has a band rehearsal and then he is off to a stag do (dressed as Alice Cooper - it's rock star or super hero fancy dress. Be grateful you are not in the West Oxfordshire area...) and even though I had another terrible night's sleep, fretting, and still feel almost hungover (solidarity with those suffering with sleep averse babes) I feel more relaxed and I'm listening to Nina Simone with the patio doors wide open and looking forward to a night on my own (well, just me and DD) until tomorrow lunch. DP is great but it will be nice to watch rubbish on the telly tonight and do work at strange hours and eat weird things for supper without having to justify it
You've set me off, Veggie, with that Paris idea. Would we get any further than the Cheerfulness Bar in St Pancras, one wonders?
It's funny, this vegetarianism lark. Having been veggie for over 25 years, if I ever I vaguely thought about having kids I felt strongly that I wouldn't want them eating meat. Now, of course, I don't mind, I just want her to be healthy and well fed. And fish is amazingly nutritious. That said, while she is little I would rather it was fish and chicken and I would want any meat she has to be organic, blah blah. She can make up her own mind about it all later on but if she asks me where meat comes from I won't be saying, vaguely, it comes from Mr Pig, Mrs Sheep etc as my mother did. (At the age of 3 though I got suspicious and wanted to know where THEY got it from, and I think Mum knew then the writing was on the wall )
If work agree to my working two full consecutive days in the office, that means I will stay over in London one night every week sans DD and be able to go out. Every cloud...It also means I will be in Primrose Hill for lunch two days a week so if any London ladies feel like dropping by for a lunch...
I haven't posted on the Fatties thread for so long (and neither has anyone else ) but the fat is very, very, very slowly coming off me still.