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Today was going brilliantly until I gave Linnea a joyous hug and she joyfully wrapped her legs around my middle and my hips just about caved under the strain and now I can't expletiving walk. As I was sitting recovering with my head in my hands and my feet on a carefully positioned stool Emer objected and wrenched the expletive thing away and my hips got even worse.

Now everyone is screaming and shouting and crying and I gave myself a headache sobbing over the pain.

If I could remember where the pain-

[power to laptop died]

Well, Emer calmed down enough to hand me my mobile phone, and I phoned Rob, who told me where the painkillers were; Linnea fetched me some and a glass of water, and Rob came home. I am now in bed awaiting hot water bottles for my joints and tea for my nerves, and he will also feed the children, who kicked up a massive fuss when I said I couldn't stand up to cook lunch and could they make their own (not because they can't make a damn sandwich but because they object to an incapable mother).

I am so tired of today. I have also remembered that I haven't yet complained about the disabled access at Bath Spa railway station, nor blogged about the bizarre woman on the bus who objected to my having crutches.