Morning, just a quick check in as have to mobilise dd and friends after her party - need them out by 12 so I can go to dreaded IKEA and they are still asleep after staying up all last night watching girly films.
Allowing myself a leetle moment of pride today - after WB attack on Friday got that churning stressy feeling I always get when someone has a go at me and thought 'sod it, have a glass of wine, everyone will be drinking at dd's party tomorrow anyway', but I didn't. It was hard but I didn't do it, as realise that drinking when upset or stressed is my huge trigger. So sat through it minute by minute, took dd to Tesco, didn't buy wine!
Also yesterday was lovely. Took dd and pals to the fair, then left them to it for 3 hours while I walked round the park, sat in the sun admiring nature and reading my book with diet coke and coffee (caffeine addict now
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Came back and WBs family arrived - calmly served food and drink, had one weak 4 percent bellini and half a glass of white then put the kettle on. Lots of e numbers, had the most amazing cake from my beautiful niece, her kids were whizzing around like nutters and I was ignoring the family tensions of wb's lot and rising above it. WB actually disappeared to watch TV with ds, and they're his family. I give up! But anyway, I had a wonderful day and couldn't have got through it without thinking of you lot!
Faire talking of songs that remind you of the bus, I thought of this one and played it this morning - Thinking of You by the Colourfield
It actually has a line in it that goes 'We should take a bus, to somewhere else, to something new'^ - TERRY HALL PREDICTED GERALD!!!!! 
And the next line goes 'Thank god we're alive, and bite off more than we can chew. Do the things that just don't matter. Laugh while others look in anger. Stumble over four leaf clovers - and say goodbye to lonely banners.' I love that. Am going to sing it in my head all the time while imagining you lot on the crazy bus!
And Spanna you made me laugh with the Lianne Moriarty gaffe! Ha, you crazy lady
. Next time you are in the library get 'Little Lies' out - it is incredible. Read it yesterday and had to keep re-reading bits. Don't normally pick up 'chick lit' as am habitual English graduate snob (almost started a postgrad in European political literature but swapped it for arts admin at last minute) but actually someone pointed out in an interview that the term 'chick lit' and putting everything in pink book jackets is just a way to undermine the quality of literature that deals with issues to do with home and personal life, and they did the same to Jane Austen in the 18th century! So there!
Anyway, sorry not to name check all but have to go and make breakfast for gang of sleep deprived 11 year olds before facing the furniture emporium from the seventh circle of hell.
Will be back later. Love you all (still shaking head at Terry Hall's prescient powers way back in the 1980's) 