I’ve been on the phone to my daughter for the last hour. We don’t have girly chats every week, but always enjoy them. We can ooh and aah indignantly, have a giggle and ask each other for advice – we both value, and feel free to ignore, each others’ opinions and don’t usually butt in where not wanted. She is, quite honestly, perfect and I adore her.
Look, do forgive me for gushing, I’ve had a good day. All my children have been so lovely. Dilly and I and the children went shopping in Norwich this morning, Ro and I painted his bedroom (all done, rah rah rah) this afternoon, I rang Al at the shop to bring home veggies for a stir-fry this evening and he tucked in a hunk of ginger in case I wanted it – “Ooh, there’s ginger in it” said Ro. “I love ginger in a stir-fry” and then I chatted happily to El. I didn’t speak to Phil, but he was spoken lovingly of.
Tomorrow, I’d better do some typing. I’ve been too busy this week and I’m all behind.
And I must be sensible for a week or two. Not that I will be really, but I’ll be sorry if I am not. I have bursitis in my hips and it has been particularly painful recently, largely thanks to crawling multiple times through Squiffany’s play tunnel a few weeks ago. I’ve been rushing around in unsuitable shoes ever since and I can see a visit to the osteopath (no, it’s nothing to do with bones but he is the Bizz!) for some ultrasound treatment at vast expense will be needed before long unless I behave myself.