storbarnsförälder

Emer is napping. Linnea is watching telly, which is sort of like napping.

I'm kind of tired. Between painting and cutting and knitting and house-making and non-verbal reasoning and all the normal things of eating and washing and tidying and so on, it's been a noisy and non-stop kind of day. I am now - don't faint from shock - sitting down at the laptop, but I find that the pot of tea I made "a minute ago" has gone cold and nastily opaque, so I will make another one.

Still, I got dinner in the slow-cooker, so that much is sorted. Rob prepped four days' worth of food last night after dinner.