Wednesday, 1 April 2009

STRESSED

Completely stressed out and freewheeling this morning. Couldn't find any pants so going commando (under tights). It's a beautiful sunny morning, the boys are napping. Blinds down, mother-in-law on way in to plan her kitchen. Have to redraw plan she gave away. Should be doing that now. Would like some breafask but disorganised and have nothing in, eggs. am contemplating getting cash out from credit card to buy friut and veg from market. Want to give Erbie stewed apple and banana. Worked for 3 and a half hours last night, drawing graphs, if I can make April, May, June & July's rent in advance.. Guardian reader depressed, sent him to North London last night. He's got one job at weekend, that's it for past 5 weeks. We are living on credit cards. Can't remembre the last time we had you know what, he's getting groin pain, think it may be related. I must get to FP clinic. This flat is too small for space from baby to be grown up and down and dirty. Have letter to type up for French Friend, should get baby bouncy chair on Ebay. Need to clean floor and cook some real food. Waitrose curry, does not a good wife make.

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