Home, Olivia finally at school, all fusses over, Bodhi ensconsed at his granny's, with rice crispies.
Wet trousers off, comfy trousers on, central heating, porridge, the rare luxury of an empty house and being able to go to the toilet without interruption.
I'm going to work in bed.
Ahhhh.
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It's rainy, windy and pissy in Belfast too. My idea of relaxing is similar, though I prefer crunchy cereal to porridge. And I don't like staying in bed, I prefer my squashy old armchair which Jenny wants to get rid of. Over my dead body!
Just don't fall asleep in it, nick, you might wake up to find you've been moved to the shed... comfy armchair, flask of tea, spiders...
what happened the other pic?
Oh, sometimes they disappear, you know, those google images - copyrighted or something.
awww.
I was liking the raindroppy one, and now its a bowl of ick.
Hi Infantasia, Nick recommended your blog to me, so I thought I would pop by and say hi and have a wee read of your posts.
It's the best feeling in the world, being able to work in bed after all the normal mum duties are over. Wise woman!
Hullaballoo
Hello, Hullaballo, thank for stopping by. Not a lot of work ws done, sadly - Zzzzzzzzz.
Sigh, Xbox.
Nice one Jo. I'm mostly eating Flahavan's with a dollop of honey and a drop of Udo's Choice. I occasionally do the working from bed, it's great but sometimes you nod off in the middle of writing an e-mail.
Our heating oil has run out. So electric heaters here to ruin my eyes. Can i join you in your bed please?
RP - er...
I suppose if you bring another cheese cake!
RP - er...
I suppose if you bring another cheese cake!
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