Sniff...

No, I'm not depressed about having no friends in Bristol (although come to think of it, I could work on that). I have a stinking cold which is causing me to wade through boxes of tissues. When I can't be bothered, I just sniff.

Not only that, but O decided it was about time he had a tummy bug (Mel, hope Jack's alright!). We were on our way to check out a posh toy shop in Clifton with friend / acquaintance across the road (the only one I have at the moment!) when a large amount of vomit exited my blue-eyed babe. Rather than crash the car in horror, I managed to calmly pull to the side of the road, soothe son and cover him in tissues (maybe the cold was a blessing in disguise as I don't normally carry a box with me!), call Antonia and cancel outing. We got home in the nick (scuse the pun) of time before another visitation reached the kitchen lino. More later last night.

I'm waiting for my turn...

PS I seem to use brackets (or should I say parentheses?) rather a lot. Let me know if it irriates.