Dropped a can of dogfood on my middle toe, rim first. Oww! There was black line of bruise, now it's spread purple all over. No longer painful, thanks to arnica. Love arnica.
Baby sick/teething and cross. Lots of cranky shouting. No sleeping or much eating.
Row with mother in law in which I lost my temper and she attacked me back with her customary offensive defense over how I feed my kids, too healthily, it's not fair, she can't give my baby biscuits. And much good it's doing him, look at his sick little pale face. Haha. Insensitive? Well you make me feel bad about myself, I've never been good enough for you, if you had someone better to mind the children I'd never see them. And more.
Twenty disses new blogs, which depresses me somehow. Given that I have a sneaking suspicion it's aimed at one I'm posting on.
Other Twenty commentator wishes for no Jo:
Feynmans Ghost says:
any chances of filtering out some of the commentators …
Jo is just plain boring
Boo for Jo... It's clearly time for another glass of shut the fuck up. :(
More cranky shouting, baby not sleeping.
New jobs in the offing for the husband - much recruitment agency interest, and a suitable job already on the table.
Cafe Bar Deli has come to Bray. It's not my favourite restaurant, but it's solid, consistent, classy. Bray has a bizarre dearth of good restaurants.
I walked down the town to go to the bank. Excercise. First time in a while!
Hysterically laughing baby chuckling at his dad playing a form of peepo with a towel. Cutester.
Chinese Takeaway (feck it).