I did the sex talk with DD2, and she looked at me and said "I don't even want to put a tampon up there, so what makes you think I'd want a penis anywhere near it?"
When I was that age, my mother was all about the "damaged goods" and "he can always throw it back in your face, if you've been with someone else" and "look at your cousin Pamela, all on her own with an illegitimate child."
I have discovered the joy that is the food bit at TK Maxx, and came out with a huge jar of olives, rose harissa, Nice Italian Pesto and a pretty tin of Portuguese olive oil. And didn't pay more than £2.50 for any item.
DD2 has laptop and DH is sulking because she has "won".
DD1 is camping with the venture scouts in Cheddar Gorge this weekend.
We are having sausages tonight because I cba with anything more demanding.
Have any of you read "A Song for Issy Bradley"? Also short listed for the Costa prize, and a much better book, I think.
I am still feeling sick and have phantom gallbladder pain. I will make an appointment to see the doctor, with a bit of luck, before May, and he will tell me that it is nerve damage and I will just have to put up with it as they can't do anything about it.