Sank into armchair with cuppa in front of Eastenders this evening totally knackered.
Had grandson all afternoon. He's three and just a tad hyperactive! I nearly know all of the dialogue in Toy Story now. Pingu is the most visited site on my favourites today.
I have discoverd that Stan does not like cakes with Flintstone cartoons on, just Bob the Builder. The playground was crowded so we did not stay long and in the newsagents a new orange ball with a smiley face on was the chosen in preference to the usual Tweenies comic.
Oh yes, he was slowly getting spottier by the minute and it became apparent that he had chicken pox.

The old doll's house was a hit, placed on a little table in the garden next to the giant cardboard box made into a house. By tea time extremely tired and ratty so waffles, quorn and carrots were decidedly off the menu as far as he was concerned but vanilla soya pudding was ok for his sore throat.

Daughter was a staunch support but by sixpm even she was flagging. When hubby came home and I was explaining why his dinner was not ready, grandson was angelically quiet and docile, reading a book! Of course when his parents arrived to collect him he was stuck into a Little Polar Bear adventure and a final battle ensued to get him into the car, whereupon he clutched his Sooty glove puppet and smiled sweetly out of the window and all my stress melted away.

I was sitting having my cuppa and thinking
'How come I get so tired after just an afternoon with him. I have twins, I used to cope with two three years olds, it was a doddle.'
Then I reminded myself, it was nineteen years ago! I was considerably younger and fitter then!

That was my day then. Mouth still hurting. You know when you go to the dentist and have a filling, all the other teeth hurt for a few days cos they upset the nerve? Try having a wisdom tooth and cyst removed!

Going to Canterbury tomorrow to book coach tickets for York on Sat. Nine hour journey! Daughter will have to poke me in ribs if I embarass her by snoring.
Apparently once we arrive we are to be whisked off to a party, the theme being come as your favourite colour! What? It'll be all nouveaux hippy with incense and candles, tofu and ambient trance music, average age, twenty!
Well, my kids have told me to never become normal. Now what am I going to wear?