Alas, with the grey spectre of redundancy looming large in my life, I’ve had to give up one of my more extravagant comforts – the amazing Liz. It’s time I took the iron into my own hands and clean the house myself, quelle horrror. Dreading it already.
Today was (miraculously) sunny. Will and I played outside, which he loves, just being out in the fresh air playing makes him laugh. Mother’s bought us a fantastic sun tent from the ubiquitous Jojo Maman Bebe, the only problem is that it’s impossible to fold away. I spent 15 foul-mouthed, sweaty, sunburned, agonising minutes trying to deflate the bloody thing without success, before giving up and heading out to the chemist (for yet more ezcema unguents) which was a far preferable option. Krypton Factor eat your heart out.
William's First Year 