What a day

[ailbhe]

This weekend just plain didn't happen. It was immensely stressful and tiring and difficult, including physical unpleasantnesses, and I'd like to forget about it now.

Except for certain highlights: On Friday we went to Rhyme Time and afterwards to the playground, where we saw an adult tricycle with two rear-facing child seats with safety belts. I was very impressed and I want one. On Saturday we went to a Swedish lesson at the Swedish Church near Paddington Station, then walked around London trying to get to Fenchurch Street, and we had a lovely interval of aircon and lemonade in a Starbucks, and then ducked into a jewellers where I bought a watch during a cloudburst.

Linnea enjoyed paddling in the pavement drains in her wellington boots.

On Sunday I fed her standing up on the Tube, because it was hot and she was cranky and there were no seats with enough room to feed a toddler without kicking other passengers or bashing her head against a glass partition.

On Sunday morning I collapsed when I tried to get up at first. On Monday I didn't get up. Today I just about managed it.

I'm dying to know if anyone has received my book yet. I know it's unlikely but it's possible, isn't it? I wasn't even able to print it out before sending it to the site, so I just realised last night that it probably has The Original Typos for Extra Authenticity. Perhaps not though. I haven't spotted any in the PDF, anyway, though obviously proofreading one's own material on a computer screen when either caring for or recovering from a toddler isn't optimal.

It was Rob's birthday on Saturday. It could have been worse, poor lad, and it could have been better. Linnea hand-stamped his card.