Slowly slowly win the race

[ailbhe]

This morning is another slow one. Yesterday evening by the time Rob came home I was feeling fairly foul; I had a nap and was distinctly unwell and spent some time eating salt and drinking sweet tea and got better, and then went to sleep. I think I had about eight hours in a row. So this morning I woke feeling much better.

I've had a shower and offered the children breakfast. Also, failed to get the suction cup locking system to hold the shower-caddy in the shower. But I did get some of the stuff tidied up into the new bathroom cupboard, and sorted a load of laundry out.

I'm going to try to eat some porridge soon. But with even Emer complaining of a pain in the tummy, I think we're all a trifle fragile yet.

Two days to dental surgery, w00t.