Well, I came over all house-wifely today - a bit of a surprise for all concerned. I decided that I HAD to sort the piles of stuff which had accumulated around our house and which had become mountains of Everestian (!!) proportions as we wait for our loft conversion to be finished. So with the baby flapping around in the middle of the floor, swimming in paper I attacked it all with gusto. Gusto at the beginning which quickly became something less energetic and more bewildered. Recycling and shredding - blocked the shredder, filled the kitchen with bags of paper, magazines, envelopes and junk mail. And now I hope the recycling lorry is coming tomorrow or I need to spend the day carting it all somewhere noble and green!
Also - note to myself. STOP eating biscuits in the evening if I want to revisit svelte pre-cancer, pre-pregnancy body. Gym visits are all very well but I'm going to have to forgo a few pleasures I think for a little while. Diets don't really sit well with my philosophy of life however neither does allowing myself to look like a middle-aged mum when I'm only just 40. There's nothing like a bit of vanity to distract oneself from troubles and woes.
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