storbarnsförälder

This morning I woke from horrible dreams about being alone and naked in Syria trying to attend a political meeting. I drank some orange juice and some coffee and got dressed and stumbled around walking into things and eventually took Linnea and went out.

We went to the post office and bought stamps for two letters, and then to the train station, where I bought a ticket for the train and as I pulled my card out of the ticket machine the train pulled into the station. So we raced up the hill and onto the platform and got onto the train with seconds to spare.

We went to Eclectic Games first and bought two copies of Chocolate Fix, and then we went to Strange Sweets and bought 200g of horrible coloured things for Linnea and 100g of peanut brittle for me. Then we had a look around the pound shop and then went to Argos for a TV bracket. We were less than halfway home when Linnea had a sudden need for the loo so we sprinted to Moondogs, crashed in, gasped "we urgently require your facilities," crashed through, and got there just in time. So then we had to stay for coffee, and Linnea opened her game, and she did seven puzzles before Rob and Emer came to join us. Rob brought the mei tai so V who makes the cakes took a pattern from it to make her own, and then Rob, Linnea, Emer and I left for the builders' merchants.

We bought plasterboard and nails. It's not the highest grade of plasterboard, but it's to go in the cupboard-spaces not the room-spaces so it will be ok. We really need to get at least the cupboard parts finished as quickly as possible. After we got home, we ate, and Rob and I lifted the plasterboard into the attic; we had to take the ladder out to get it up, and I really, really hurt my hands, but it's up there.

The lack of sleep and pain in my hands caught up with me and I came over all queer and PMS-faintish and took to my bed, after the first sheet of plasterboard was up. So Rob and the children had dinner and I languished.

I'm resurfacing a bit now. While I was languishing I had a horrible, horrible almost-nightmare about an entirely textual pornographic story, which was very nasty and meant I felt very queasy when I woke up.

I want a laundry room, where I can lock all the clean things away and issue them one at a time to abject supplicants. It is completely unreasonable that we do so much laundry and still have so much dirty. We must just have too much in circulation again.

I need to list things on Freecycle again too. We have a couple of rubber-backed children's rugs which I find too tedious to wash.

I begin to think emptying the attic into the spare room is the way to go - it's the easiest way to get Rob to get rid of things - but we want the spare room ready for 3-4 guests in April.

And we need to design and make custom shelving for the front room.