I currently possess ONE pair of autumn boots, my new DM biker ones. And they are giving me blisters.
Another not brilliant weekend here, alas. We are all knackered and fed up with each other. And neither DP nor I are good at handling DD2 when she is off on one. She has refused to get out of her nightie all day.
I have been sanding a chair all effing afternoon
And the school gates are full of fellow y6 parents getting arsey about secondaries. I am bracing myself for a desultory look round before inevitably opting for DD1's school. Which makes me feel lazy and uncaring especially as it is close and convenient, which in the bizarre world of middle-class parenting is an indication that I couldn't be bothered to try and get her into somewhere nail-bitingly difficult.