Ugh, I'm having a massive attack of the winter blahs today*. Blah, blah, blah. Big, fat, ploppy blah.
Blah one - one of my absolute best, most lovely friends moved a long way away on Friday and I am veeeeery sad about that. She and I saw each other almost every day for the past six years - during which time we both had babies, we both had worries about our children being bullied, we discovered a mutual love of John Lewis, tea cakes, Chanel perfume, White Company lamps and white wine amongst other things and we discovered that we are both, in fact, sweaty buffoons. I mean by that, that we get ridiculously intimidated by other people, jibber incoherently, go a bit red and sweaty and walk away feeling like we've made a complete tit of ourselves and then spend quite a considerable amount of time angsting over that fact that said intimidating person probably thinks we're an idiot. I think if you too are a sweaty buffoon, you will be nodding in understanding and sympathy with this, in which case I salute you and say 'welcome to the club'.
Blah two -I'm currently experiencing a wellie crisis and I'm getting a bit fed up with it. I need wellies, I spend a lot of time pelting about in the mud with my boys and I have an allotment (eeeek - did you see how I slipped that in there??) It's a long and boring story, but it involves wellies that rub my ankles, wellies that perish after about five minutes, wellies that leak, wellies that I can't squish my sturdy calves into (when I lived in Lesotho I met a woman who said to me 'aaaah, you have beeeeg legs. They are gooood legs, like mine. You can walk well with your legs'. She meant it as a compliment. I felt like sobbing into my rucksack. It's a cultural thing.)
Blah three - Yarn. Horns. Dilemma.
Blah four - my daughter pooed on the floor this morning. She did it in her pyjamas and it fell down her trouser leg onto the floor, where she trod on it. This was my fault - I neglected to mention to Mr N that she was without a nappy as I swanned out the door to work. Ooops
Blah five - I took loads of photos of my little heart chainy buntingy thing this morning - I think it looks really pretty in the hallway, but all the photos are really noisy and some are a bit blurry (I obviously took them before my morning cup of tea had kicked in) and I'm just annoyed about that. So it's just the one photo today - I hope you can get the gist of it. Soz x
* This is an expression that I have shamelessly copied from Lucy Attic 24 - I think it may be the best expression I have heard for a very long time.
PS - do you like the way I've used blah colours for my bullet points today?