Tuesday Time!

… another busy day for me, R is asleep on his sheepskin upstairs and I’m in the grown-ups lair typing away while I have the chance.

T sent a lovely thank you card for some butterfly earrings I got her while I was in Norwich. Here’s hoping they wing her safely to her destination! Actually, reflecting on butterflies as a gift, they’re singularly appropriate as a symbol both of travel and change. In any case, they were lovely and they suit her style exactly.

Baby group looms. I am going to have to eat humble pie. It’s a symptom of my life (ah, ma vie, c’est complique etc blah) that I organise things and then have to unorganise them again. R’s nursery swore categorically they didn’t have a space on a Monday which I desperately need. So I arrange a childminder, a lovely lady from my baby group with all the necessary recommendations and experience, and then the nursery get a cancellation on a Monday and offer it to me. Bugger.

Well, there was nothing for it but to call the childminder immediately and cry off, and she took it pretty well, but I felt a right heel. So a bouquet and a sorry card will be forthcoming. I’m sure she’d rather a month’s money but to be frank… I’m not THAT repentant. Too Scotch to be sorry where money’s tight!