Stealth migraine!

You know a migraine is not too bad when you only diagnose it for sure on day 5 and it's almost gone by day 7. However, I did prefer not having any migraines at all...

Things are, over all, looking up. Over the weekend, we went to Kew Gardens with three other two-parent-one-infant families. We had a picnic in the cold and saw things in glass houses and fish in glass tanks and a ray of some sort (manta ray! manta ray! all rays make me think of manta rays - I think there was one in a book I read as a child) and had tea and it was very civilised and pleasant and Linnea had a fabulous time.

We also cleared up a chunk of the garden. Ellie and Andy came over and galvanised Rob into action in re: the leaky toilet cistern; they bought the necessary part at Wickes and fitted it, and now it leaks no more, so the patio is habitable and Linnea can play in the garden without danger of mouldy puddles. So I mowed the lawn and Rob excavated some of the compost bin to add to a flowerbed we're trying ot get rid of, and he uprooted the lemon verbena and it's in a pot now, and I hope it stays there, virulent thing.

And we ate a fantastic roast chicken dinner which tasted good enough to be a venial sin, at least, and resulted in lots of wonderful leftovers.

We have yellow flowers from Supermouse (Ellie said they are freesias, but I wouldn't know, they're lovely and yellow and blooming beautifully) and a houseful of pot-plants which are not yet dead. I'm amazed at my newfound ability to not kill plants.

And I accidentally bought Linnea some more birthday presents. I'm sure she'll cope.

New method of manipulation: When I need her, I call out "Where's Linnea?" in the hide-and-seek tone of voice. Works every time she has nothing more interesting to do. New trick: Eats things out of pots or bowls, or sticky things off plates (she holds the plate at an angle, so sliced cucumber stays on but cold peas do not). She still can't feed herself with a spoon unless we load the spoon up for her, though. Oh, and she's in the largest pre-potty-training size of nappies. I hope she's an early potty-trainer. I really do. Otherwise it's terries and plastic pants and all the nappy rash associated with those... Or possibly adult incontinence pants. That's a possibility.

Time to have a shower and wash my hair, and then a bubble bath! Hurrah for bubbles!