So, I had to take her up to the shops, and post office, and bank. She insisted, and I mean INSISTED on taking her pushchair, with crying doll. I knew I would take double the time. But now she's watching the Teletubbies, lying down on the settee eating pickled onion crisps that smell disgusting. She's gorgeous

Really, really bad mood.

And I'm in bad mood. Really bad mood!

Home from school Bradley's gone to the child minder, and Esme's home from school today because she's not well -- sounds like a cold to me. And guess who's got to look after her! Mr Home Worker!

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