Alright, alright, I didn’t manage to fit in Fitball this morning, but I still have to get packed for Center Parcs tomorrow, pick up Miss E and get glammed up for tonight, as well as feeding the two monkeys.
Isn’t that enough? Sighhhh.
Miss M decided to put on a lovely display incorporating both sound and smell effects while the estate agent was here. I’m hoping it won’t have a profound effect on the value of our house, but it may affect the HIP (Home Information Pack) in that emissions are considerably higher around my small girl than quite possibly the whole of Mansfieldshire. Kids, dontchajustlove’em?
I’m now pondering whether to wrap up Mother’s Day gifts, pack for the weekend or do a bit of beautifying before we collect Miss E from school. Once more I am venturing into the realm of false nails, which are my life saver at the minute as PMDD plays havoc with your nails. Tsk. Decisions, decisions.
This could become quite possibly my most boring post ever so I will attempt a rescue by revealing a little known fact.
Ok. Several years ago when I was a wee small girl I was able to cartwheel blindfolded while carrying a tray of ale and a bishop’s toothbrush. I know, I know, you are flabbergasted.
Now I am less nimble on my feet I can only manage it wearing an eye patch and carrying a vicar’s tooth pick, but even so you have to admit that’s talent right?
You’re really glad you came here now aren’t you?
Oh, and I just heard the terrible news. Natasha Richardson RIP. My thoughts are with her family and friends, especially Liam Neeson and her two boys. Kind of puts my own worries in perspective.