My god, my god, why hast thou forsaken me?

[ailbhe]

Today was a maybe day, so Rob had to go to work.

Linnea quite likes it when I lie on the floor and cry - she has unlimited access to my face and the soundeffects are interesting. Heartless minx.

Is calling one's own daughter a minx a sure sign one has read too much Heyer?

In better news, I got a lift to Tescos this evening and conclusively proved that they don't stock anything I can't get elsewhere - the thing they used to stock that I can't find anywhere at the moment is organic chocolate spread. However, I did stock up on heavy stuff like tins of soup so I shan't have to take them home in the buggy later.

Your mission, should you choose to accept it: Make it to the end of the week alive.