Whew

Linnea is asleep in bed. She skipped dinner.

Rob cooked dinner; best food I've had since Wednesday.

Emer's oral thrush is retreating in the face of Nystatin.

The laundry is on.

Letting my hair down

DWCON.

Ow.

I slipped and fell while carrying Emer at the pool. I stubbed a toe badly while dancing with k425 and her handbag. I danced for HOURS on a carpeted concrete floor and hurt my ankles. (Incidentally, SO PLEASED with choral Bohemian Rhapsody YESYES). I shimmied so hard I BROKE the belly-dancing costume.

I dismissed unwelcome leerers summarily without fear or flamewar. I prodded Rob out to socialise, though not much came of it and he preferred to swim and sleep. I managed to ENTIRELY AVOID learning about cheap food and drink before I'd wasted money TWICE (fruit and tea, and beer).

Next time: pack lunches, do not buy at hotel. DO NOT walk on eyeglasses in preceding weeks. Sort out reliable child entertainment NOT CRECHE. Buy beer for Chair. Bring pretty clothes. LEARN TO BELLYDANCE. Bring full complement of child medicines. DO NOT HAVE (a) NEWBORN or (b) THRUSH.