An Eventful Bank Holiday

Sitting at home when I should be out in London with the Ladiees, but alas was felled at the last by a dodgy steak and guiness pie and spent the best part of yesterday night driving the porcelain bus. G.R.E.A.T Feeling what can only be described as exceptionally fragile this morning, so reluctantly decided it was probably best to stay at home with a fruit salad and the promise of early bed.

I'm so disappointed because I was really looking forward to telling them all about the baby. As it was I gave Janie a ring because we're only 5 weeks different, and texted the others. The joys of modern technology! But I couldn't keep it a secret anymore, and am already looking forward to finally telling work - hopefully tomorrow because if I don't then I'm going to get seriously rumbled very soon.

Otherwise much pootling has been done - a couple of days down in Sussex with Julia, Sue and Jim which was really nice. Their new house is absolutely amazing and we spent an idyllic Friday afternoon with roast lamb and a thrilled Will being pushed up and down the slope down the side of the house on his little trolley.

Came home on Saturday and then spent Sunday with The Greens, eating more roast lamb (you can never have too much of a good thing) and chasing the guinea pigs round the garden. Will was in heaven!

Then yesterday Lowly and I hit The Furze Bush which is where The Pie comes into the equation. The rest, as they say, is history, and definitely not worth sharing the gory details. Called the midwife this morning just for some reassurance but she said not to worry, babies are very tough and this one will be absolutely fine.

Feeling OK now, just very tired and drained. Looking forward to my fruit salad, Life on Mars and my EB on full blast. Tomorrow will bring a new day at the coalface...

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