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I got easily eight hours' sleep last night. I had three Weetabix for breakfast, Emer napped for 90 minutes, I got Emer's and Linnea's clothes sorted out - in the right places in the drawers and wardrobe, sorted out the confusion between which child wears which clothes, etc - and got a load of laundry on. Rob hung the sheets on the line outside.

Moving back into my home after two months of not really being present even if I was technically here is peculiar. I went into hospital with the virus on 5th January. Today I discovered that the steel wool balls that stop scale building up in the kettle have vanished. Yesterday I found the cafetiere with the teabags, not the coffee (which reminds me that I can use it to make looseleaf tea; must try that).

Yesterday Emer discovedred Kleenex. It just keeps coming! Yay! Uhoh, Kleenex machine is broken. Turn it over and bash it. Uhoh, still broken. Maaaaammmmmeeeeeeee!

Backwards, crawl backwards, oh child on the floor - crosser and crosser, she crosses the floor.

Linnea is eating her very first bread. I did the weighing, she mixed and kneaded and shaped, I put the oven on and put it in. It's a bit dark - it didn't prove long enough and so didn't rise and is dark-crusted and dense - but it tastes wonderful.

I wonder will we leave any for Daddy?