Today I feel nauseous and to quote Cuckoo, VERY discombobulated. This is my mum's favourite word EVER and has been for years. Always makes me chuckle when I hear it.
I feel like going to bed for a nap, but there are always other things to do.
Not sure if it is a hangover, the iron tablets making me feel horrid or what. The Prince slept 12 hours without even the slightest snivel. Which is weird as I played Plan B and Paloma Faith quite loud downstairs with the girls.
We scoffed. A lot. It involved cake, wine (cake and fine wine, reminds me of Withnail & I), olives with feta, biscuits and cheese, crisps, dips, crudites, and we had such a laugh. A few couldn't make it which was a shame but in the end it all worked out for the best.
Nothing seems to agree with my poor fragile tum and I think that's why today is a bit of a struggle.
Still the Prince and I were out and about this morning. We visited a friend who has a mini bouncy castle so of course he had to be chiselled off that by the end.
Today I am delighted with my purchase. Who remembers this book?
Pure nostalgia. Who remembers RALPH??!!!
I showed the husband the section that all girls used to read in the school loos! He was engrossed, it had to be said. Although he will soooo deny this. I loved Judy Blume.
Sports day at school was great yesterday. The Princess is so different to me. So sporty. She came joint first in the running race. She is like a gazelle, fast and graceful.
|There she is, complete with that dreadful cap again!|
|Usain Bolt, he ain't|
Running like a gazelle? I was more like a Gazebo...