Mar. 13th, 2011

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We were up late because Rob suddenly thought he hadn't booked leave for the weekend away and we had to last-minute check everything - I still think we're lacking paperwork we need to enter the site - but nonetheless I got to Meeting on time to actually go to Meeting, not just to Creche. It was awesome. I was very stressed about having Astrid there, babbling a bit, but it was fine. She quite liked the silence.

Sadly, the Ministry was mainly about suicide, yay.

Afterwards, however, we had coffee and then Rob took the children away and I made a (hoarse, frantic) phonecall and arranged to go and visit someone UNENCUMBERED. Like a grownup! We did talk mainly obstetrics and nursery furniture, but (a) I like doing that, or at least feel it's useful, and (b) recovery is a gradual process.

Also, I ate about half a tray of brownies, but it might have been more.

And I drank tea, and my headache went away in the end, too.

Then I went to Bravissimo and bought a bra - it's not all cotton, but it has a cotton lining and some magic silver technology which allegedly is just as good as cotton. And I bought a top which is cut for someone with my kind of bust. And it's AWESOME. I intend to get more. In the SALE. Because the staff there were perfectly happy to tell me when stuff will start being on sale and to steer me towards garments in my actual budget range.

However, I still lack a swimsuit for the weekend away. I might have to go through all the swimsuits in the house and find the least-transparent one in my size. Or go and buy one, urgh. Maybe I can buy one at the pool?

Anyway, then I went to pick Emer up from her birthday party, and had a cup of tea there too, and Rob came with Linnea and Astrid to collect me and Emer, and we all went home and ate, and Linnea, Astrid and Rob got a bus to deliver another birthday present, and Emer and I went to bed, where I have been sitting ever since. Astrid arrived home asleep and joined me.

Linnea is lying on her bedroom floor reading, and Rob is pottering about downstairs - I think he intends to sleep soon, because we were up SO LATE last night it was HORRIBLE.

But today was great.

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