Another weekend over. Each weekend seems to involve lots of running around, fitting in all the jobs we don’t do during the week. Plus laundry. Lots of laundry.
Have just uploaded a new set of photos to Ceej’s photo album. She’s crawling like a good ‘un now, and moving on to slightly more solid food. Our slightly-grubby weekend in Brighton was cut down to one night instead of two. Ceej wasn’t well before we set out, but we put it down to teething and carried on. Then she had a rotten night at the hotel (lovely, but v small and obviously more shagpad than family-oriented hostelry. I mean… a two-person shower?!), and threw up all over the bed. We brought her home the following day, and she improved slowly over the weekend. Well, we got in a walk along the seafront, at least. And the weather was rotten.
Don’t want to talk much about work here. It’s still good, and my first publication is due out of the door/server tomorrow. Actually, I should go in early to make sure everything’s OK. Again, I’ve been brought in to shake things up a bit, which goes down like a pork pie at a bar mitzvah in the civil service…
Should be getting the refinancing stuff through this week, so we can sort out the various credit card bills and get ourselves onto a slightly better financial footing – enough (we hope) to buy a decent car and do some final conversions to the flat, like putting a proper floor and storage down in the glory hole…maybe even electricity!