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I have eighties hair today. Mega eighties hair. I feel like Pajo.

The children refused breakfast and at ten we all had toasted bagels with sugar and cinnamon.

I've managed to get laundry in the machine.

The slow cooker is on full of dinner.

Now all I need to do is tidy the house, and then clean as much of it as possible before the cleaner gets here, so that she can do the bits we never ever get to.

And work out how to tell her we might want to reduce her hours.

Days 12 and 13: Good things

₁₀₄In spite of PMS I didn't actually injure anyone. This is a major achievement. I spent yesterday sizzling with rage and today incredibly, mindbogglingly tired. Also, I had to de-weekend the house; it pootles along ok Monday to Friday and by midmorning on Saturday is well on the way to squalor. I'm used to this, but it's hard work. However, ₁₀₄the cleaning lady came and ₁₀₅I've had a lot of junk food.

To improve our cashflow I need to move the account the child tax credit and child benefit gets paid into. So I need to find bits of paper and phone the guvmint.

₁₀₆I've been reading The Audacity of Hope and mainly enjoying it, though I'm a bit surprised to see that Obama's not wholly opposed to the death penalty. He does at least say it's not an effective deterrent. Sadly, it's a book which takes more brain than anything else I'm reading so I'm working through it very slowly, but I'm kind of grateful it takes brain.

₁₀₇The toilet did not get blocked at all today even though Linnea saw fit to play with loo roll again. The damn stuff unwinds so temptingly.

₁₀₈I managed to stay technically awake until Rob got home, though I couldn't stay upright. Then I passed out for over an hour and woke feeling exhausted.