This house is a circus (beserk as ——). I feel like death and still have 5 weeks and 5days until my hospital appointment, so have had to take another guilt-inducing day off work (just as work was becoming even more incredibly AWESOME). The girls moved in on Tuesday so this morning I had a towel-clad Sophie sprawled over me to “cheer me up” in my poorly state (she woke Alice up in the same way) and then I went upstairs with my bran flakes to snuggle with Alice. Sofie and Sophie (confusing) went to Starbuck’s to try and cure Sophie’s “still drunk” state (didn’t work, maybe she’s on some sort of sugar rush) and then came back, Sofie to dry her rugby kit with a hairdryer before rushing off to training and Sophie to wrap her Nan’s birthday presents and make mess everywhere (she baked a birthday cake) and talk nonsense. I’ve been in bed feeling sorry for myself as usual. Going to do some work this afternoon if I’m feeling better and then ring up to see if my blood results are back yet.
