Four degrees at 9am. Sun and clouds and a stiff breeze.
The ongoing kindergarten-plague seems to have a particularly strange symptom - Mama's going doolally.
Last night's supper of braising steak was served with caramel sauce instead of gravy (not bad, as it happens). This morning, after about ten minutes' sleep out of a window-of-opportunity of about 12 hours, Mama treated B's nappy area with Winnie-the-Pooh Berry Blast Training Toothpaste rather than barrier cream (could have been worse - could have been cleaning her teeth). It may have been something to do with the fact that she thought she had contact lenses in, whereas in fact they were clinging to the side of the bathroom sink where they had fallen without Mama noticing.
Let's hope we can get through turning the eggs, feeding the chickens, nursing the brats, booking 500 euros worth of airline tickets and reorganising the kitchen cabinets without further idiocies, reversals or calamities.
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Saturday 26 January 2008
Worrying symptom
Four degrees at 9am. Sun and clouds and a stiff breeze.
The ongoing kindergarten-plague seems to have a particularly strange symptom - Mama's going doolally.
Last night's supper of braising steak was served with caramel sauce instead of gravy (not bad, as it happens). This morning, after about ten minutes' sleep out of a window-of-opportunity of about 12 hours, Mama treated B's nappy area with Winnie-the-Pooh Berry Blast Training Toothpaste rather than barrier cream (could have been worse - could have been cleaning her teeth). It may have been something to do with the fact that she thought she had contact lenses in, whereas in fact they were clinging to the side of the bathroom sink where they had fallen without Mama noticing.
Let's hope we can get through turning the eggs, feeding the chickens, nursing the brats, booking 500 euros worth of airline tickets and reorganising the kitchen cabinets without further idiocies, reversals or calamities.
The ongoing kindergarten-plague seems to have a particularly strange symptom - Mama's going doolally.
Last night's supper of braising steak was served with caramel sauce instead of gravy (not bad, as it happens). This morning, after about ten minutes' sleep out of a window-of-opportunity of about 12 hours, Mama treated B's nappy area with Winnie-the-Pooh Berry Blast Training Toothpaste rather than barrier cream (could have been worse - could have been cleaning her teeth). It may have been something to do with the fact that she thought she had contact lenses in, whereas in fact they were clinging to the side of the bathroom sink where they had fallen without Mama noticing.
Let's hope we can get through turning the eggs, feeding the chickens, nursing the brats, booking 500 euros worth of airline tickets and reorganising the kitchen cabinets without further idiocies, reversals or calamities.
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