Sitting at home, replete after a rather scrumptious pheasant casserole a la Constance Spry after a weekend spent at the races. Sue and Jim came down with a friend who owned one of the horses, so a great day was had by all swanning around the owners enclosure and feeling very important indeed. Didn’t do too badly in terms of picking winners, but somehow still managed to come home severely out of pocket. Headed up to the pub for a game of darts and a few pints (of lime and soda in my case – God I’m sick of that stuff) followed by one of The Greenham Tandoori’s finest.
Alas I paid the price today, feeling absolutely exhausted and back aching like you wouldn’t believe. Eventually passed out in the sitting room for an hour and I still feel wiped out. Will heave my bulk up to bed shortly and attempt to catch up on some rest. Finding sleeping very hard now, not just because I’m the size of the Titanic, but my brain races away at around 4am thinking about the baby, birth, parenthood, the universe – you name it.
William's First Year 