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Actually, I think the worst is past. Linnea is coughing much less, and my chest doesn't hurt. Her nose is like a tap - a sticky green tap, ok, but with excellent water pressure. She was in good humour when I changed her nappy and gave her breakfast; she ate all her breakfast. She agreed to a certain amount of getting dressed (and she tried to get me my clothes for the day, too, but there were no clean bras in the drawer so she looked into it and said "Oh! Very empty! Oh!" for a while).

We've eaten and the kitchen and dining room and library are in fairly good shape, and Linnea is partially dressed, and I'm washed and dressed and have done my hair, and we are, in fact, all ready to go out and face the world. Except that I think an actual outing is still a bit much for Linnea really. She has to go out for a while later anyway while I'm at my therapy session. I'm almost panicky enough about tomorrow's hospital visit to avoid going to the therapy appointment, but not quite. I hope.

I do love summer time. It really makes my life easier.

Cloth nappies: Not just for mopping up

Linnea fell asleep on my lap during a feed, just a few minutes ago, and I needed to put her down. I'm too pregnant to carry her upstairs (and I really need to do some aquanatal classes, actually, because I am getting too worried about the stabbing pains which are almost certainly due to lack of exercise) and the only place to put her down was on the quite grubby rug in the library.

So I lifted her up, grabbed a clean prefold nappy from a stack of laundry on the windowseat, and put that down for her "pillow". So at least her face is on a scrupulously clean piece of fabric, even if the rest of her is lying in halfchewed raisins and breadcrumbs and things.

She hasn't napped for a while. I think it's all part of recovering from this cold.

1. Bake chocolate cake
2. Plan meals for the next two weeks and compile shopping list
3. Clean cooker
4. Wipe down icky banister, doorhandles, other grimy icky bits people rub hands all over
5. Vacuum three rooms and landing upstairs
6. Vacuum two armchairs and the sofa
7. Tidy spare bedroom until it's almost fit to use as such
8. List stack of misc geek goods on Freecycle
9. Bring box of books to charity shop or otherwise get rid of them
10. Find Linnea's Little Red Book
11. Print Linnea's birthday invitations
12. Get blasted bunkbed parts out of the bloody master bedroom, dammit
13. Add paperback biographies to book catalogue
14. Add downstairs poetry and drama to book catalogue
15. Get dangerous DIY kit out of understairs cupboard
16. Sort "Linnea's" art equipment, not for my benefit, oh no, altruistic parenty stuff only, yessir
17. Buy stamps of various flavours for the address book pocket, which currently has no UK internal stamps, only post to US or Europe.
18. Cut grass
19. Vacuum stairs
20. Throw away dead houseplants (we've killed another spider-plant, this time through overwatering)