The Fear I got it very bad yesterday. Very bad. Too tired, no iron supplement, sunday night blues all rolled into one. Not to mention nearly dropping Himself’s 4 month old niece in front of his mum and 2 sisters, not having a tumble dryer or indeed a house to live in.
Sorted it all out today by ticking 2 more bizarre items off my hospital list: breast pads and the hugest sanitary pads I have ever seen. Ah nothing like retail therapy. Speaking of which, must add tokens for clothes shops to my wish list below – my wardrobe will need a serious overhaul during the January sales!
B&O are the heroes of the week after giving us 3 big bags of baby clothes. I expressed the idea that this might be a slight overkill and both of them declared “Oh no! You’ll use it all – a lot!” Crazy days.
It’s nearly dinnertime. I’m chatting to Arthur Daly and still want to mail Mileelers in Chile. AND distraction of all distraction: EastEnders is sounding v. exciting what with all this talk about Dirty Den still being alive… I’m off!