It's interview city for you, Effie!
Rubes, DD wouldn't eat ANY lunch. Nada. Not even fruit puree. Just kept saying no in a louder and louder voice. I reckon she'd have gone for toast but I was out of bread. I think some of it isn't lack of hunger or not wanting the food, it's learning to exercise a little control over us bossy parents, dictating when they eat and so on.
Oh jeepers, the work to the lad's car that DP forced off the road is going to cost over a grand. DP thinks claiming on the insurance will be more expensive in the long run (higher premiums, loss of no claims) but I'm not sure. I suppose money doesn't matter in the light of this, the main thing is obviously no casualties (I am presuming DC2 is ok, I don't seem to have had any symptoms of anything)...but it's a lot of cash.
Ding dong the rat is dead, as they almost say in The Wizard of Oz. Let's drink to him being a lone operator.
Long chat with agent, implication of which he is far too busy with important clients to be dealing with a pipsqueak like me But I do understand his difficulties. I am clearer now on what he wants me to do. I think it's probably a week's work so I must press on.
Beans, it said on the front of one of the more exciting papers (I have just been to the shop to buy aforementioned bread) that Mark Owen had 10 affairs! Hmm, to admit that means that the papers must have had some pretty heavy duty stuff on him. Usually people try to brazen it out for a while.
Right, other preggos, how big am I going to be at 22 weeks? I ask because that's when the wedding in Sweden is and I really do want to look pregnant and not just like I have eaten all the pies. I can't remember how big I was at that stage last time. Is it s proper bump by then?