Day 10 – the rage

Today the rage has set in. I’m so flipping angry. Heaven knows what about. Obviously take it out on the long suffering hubster. I mutter at him for leaving things on the stairs. Curse whilst I make sweet potato frittas for beautiful baby. Hang washing out and practically throw it on the line. Mood improvesContinue reading “Day 10 – the rage”

Day 9 – foggy with some sunny spells

Another early night last night taking Jason Vale to bed with me (the book, although girl can dream). Woke up feeling refreshed, one of the things I’m really enjoying about being AF is sleeping so well. Pop out with beautiful baby (bb) to try and get them used to the big outdoors since they’ve spentContinue reading “Day 9 – foggy with some sunny spells”

Day 8- the fog hits

Cleaning the lounge yesterday I came across my big vase, where I’d kept corks of special bottles in. I was under the assumption I’d do something arty with it at one point. They’ve sat in the corner all week taunting me, “look how much money you’ve wasted”, “bet you can’t recall one night from theseContinue reading “Day 8- the fog hits”