Week Nine
This year rumbles on. A few weeks ago I was REALLY FUCKING ILL. I came home from work one afternoon and went to bed, then didn’t really wake up properly for about three days, then started to feel better, then felt a lot worse, then went to the doctor to get some antibiotics and gradually started to feel better. It was mad.
Around the end of this illness we went down to Cornwall to see my sister and her family. They have bought a rather nice house in the middle of nowhere with a massive garden. We had a great time.
Today we went to Ikea. There was a list of things to buy but we didn’t manage any of it. Instead we each ate a plate of disgusting meatballs and got a bit stressed. We didn’t even get any Daim bars. Then we came home, and I thought to myself on the way just how much more stressful it would have been with a baby in tow.
The house is not ready. Baby, do not come yet.
