Real men make quiche

Rob has discovered quiche-making and likes it. If we could persuade both children to eat it, we'd be sorted.

Also, I seem to be over the worst of whatever-it-was, either exhaustion making me ill or illness making me exhausted. We went out to Meeting today and then to lunch at a friend's, and then grocery shopping, and now we're home. I've been assembling things to declutter (used jiffy bags, destroyed books for recycling) and trying to figure out what the kids are going to wear to tomorrow's birthday party.

Later, I hope to wet, condition and cut Emer's hair. But I dunno... it's a big ask.

Big Plans Are Abed

They'd be afoot, but it's all about bed.

We have to sell or otherwise dispose of but preferably sell: 2 dressers, 1 chest of drawers with baby-change and high shelves thingy, 1 bed with trundle bed and matching headboard with bookcase and trundle-bookcase (I love this, it's so cute), and quite possibly 1 regular single bed with an ordinary boring wooden frame, and another bookcase, too. Then we can move ALL the other beds in the house around, buy a couple of three-stacking bunkbeds (Argos have some regular bunks with trundle, which are ideal), and continue to have people to stay over and still have enough beds for our actual family, even after the new baby is born.

AND we will still have enough space for everyone to move around in upstairs. More than we have now, in fact. Shocking.

The trouble is that every time we had a bed-related problem, we bought the cheapest possible thing to solve it. So we have a lot of things which tied us into a single arrangement. Now we need to actually plan.

This will also involve laying more laminate flooring. Hurrah. I so loved that last time. (Urgh.)

First: get photographs of everything we want to sell.