It's quarter to five and Grace has asked nicely to be let out. She shoots back in as it is tipping it down - torrential - and as I creep back to bed I can hear it lashing against the windows. DD is down visiting a school friend who lives over the other side of MK, not staying with us as I think the "girls" (3 of them) have major plans for a bottle of wine or three and she has said that she will be heading back home straight after breakfast, as SIL seems to be incubating either manflu or something more serious and he is in charge fo the boys overnight. OK so far, apart from the rain.
So I lie there - listening to the rain, imagining the motorway in this weather. What if DD crashes on the way home in the rain and spray? Who will look after the boys? How can I cope with those little faces looking for their Mummy? Will SIL remarry? Will we ever get to see the boys again if he does?
Bl***y h**l - how do you switch those thoughts off in the early hours of the morning?
sticky labels on apples - remove before washing!
Bought the wrong Hot Cross Buns 😩