Not much

Today we've watched telly all day. Obviously I slept badly after sending the letters and eating chocolate cake, and I've overdone it the past week anyway. But a telly day is ok. It's not like there's much else on. I hope to be able to go to the library on Thursday, but it might be a bit much, because I also have a psychologist appointment that day.

I am so tired.

Linnea isn't dressed; she has had a clean nappy, and spent some time wearing pants, but asked for her nappy back after about 90 minutes (presumably to wet it, but I haven't checked). Emer had some spectacular nappies this morning but that's settled down.

I am so tired.

The weather is good, I assembled a load of laundry, but didn't get as far as putting it in the machine. I also didn't give us a proper lunch; fruit and crackers and cereal bars. Hmph. If I had the energy to make decent food we'd have more energy to do stuff.

I am so tired.

This evening should be ok. There's dinner in the slow cooker, we have nothing pressing to do, we can just eat, clear up, and go to bed. Maybe tomorrow will be better.

But I don't think I'll be walking the mile uphill to the toddler group.

And another thing

The local free paper delivery didn't just wedge our letterbox open today, it actually broke it. Now there's a bloody great hole in the front door at ankle-height.

So where do I go to get stupid plastic-and-plastic-framed double-glazed draft-proofed funny-locking door repair people? This is ridiculous. But experience has taught me that it's quicker and cheaper to get professionals in than to go the DIY route.

Meanwhile I'll be taping it shut as soon as Rob gets home. I refuse to live with a howling gale around my ankles.

It's Back!

The trike is back! They couldn't get the wheels to work what with all the locks so they dumped it! That nice young man at the Workhouse Coffee Shop spotted it and called me. Hurrah!

Community

Our trike was stolen. And found.

The local Cycle Campaign's secretary lives down the road - she often babysat Linnea - and of course we let her know when it went. She popped in yesterday evening to say all the sheds on the allotments had been burgled too. And I said it yesterday afternoon to one of the guys who runs the coffee shop - fair trade coffee, locally made cakes, etc - and we reported it to the police and the local paper and so on.

On Friday I left my name and number in the coffee shop so that they could pass it on to the woman who makes the cakes, so we can buy a cake for Linnea's birthday. On Saturday I met that woman in the Farmer's Market anyway, but since neither of us had pen and paper that's ok. This evening, finding my number in the coffee shop, the other guy who runs it phoned me to say he'd seen the trike. He gave me an address.

I hung up on him rather abruptly, though I did say goodbye and things, and called the police with one phone and Rob with the other - the police answered first. So I told them, then called Rob again, and told him, and he came home, and we went out to find it.

Rob found it and I went to the coffeeshop to thank the guys and the woman who makes cakes was there and we discussed allergies and intolerances and personal preferences and she's going to have a think and get back to me.

Then we went to the food co-op and chatted about it there with the people who know from whom we buy our food - the founder of the True Food Co-op used to deliver our veg and come in for tea and he gave us a lovely wedding card and things - and on the way home we passed a number of friends' houses we'd have dropped in on if it hadn't been so late.

Now I really do need to source a bracket for the child seat for the rear carrier :)