A rubbish title, but hard to think of anything vaguely positive when faced with possible redundancy! One job, 4 candidates…Mr Lewis’ search for an apprentice continues. Who knows what the future holds, it’s out of my hands so just a question of sitting tight and seeing what happens. In the meantime I’m going to try not to worry about it, and concentrate on enjoying the Summer with Will.
To cheer myself up I went for a radical haircut with the fragrant Vernon at Cutting Line today. As soon as I stopped breastfeeding all my lovely lustrous locks fell out and I went back to stringy old Lou. However I am pleased to say that, for the first time in my life, I’ve actually managed to get a decent haircut in Newbury and feel much, much better for it.
Unfortunately I came home to find Eddie cuddling a very unhappy, sniffly Will who was running a temperature and generally feeling grotty. We gave him some Calpol and the poor little mite fell asleep on me for the next 2 hours (leaving me forced to watch the Cup Final, which fortunately turned out to be quite entertaining for a change). He was much brighter when he woke up thank God, and is now having supper with Daddy before bed. It remains to be seen whether he’ll go to sleep or not after such a long nap, but I don’t care, I’m too relieved he’s OK.
Tomorrow Eddie’s off to the States until next Saturday so it’s going to be a lonely time for Will and I. I’m just praying I don’t go down with his cold like I did last time when it took me nearly 3 weeks to shake it off 😦
William's First Year 