First Passport

Erbie's first passport arrived this morning, I admit I shed a tear.

Both my boys are sleepy and weepy and tired today. I sent the GR back to bed and put Erbie to sleep on the sofa, with sore throats and runny noses.

I'm applying for a job, two days a week, something I haven't done in over ten years - apply that is. Not expecting anything back, I can't even seem to upload examples of my work!

We have a mouse, the cheeky *****er was gnawing at the door frame last night. It's not easy to set traps or put poison down with a baby crawling around. Don't get all cruelty free trap on me, we've tried those, they don't work. I'll just name him Hunca Munca and call him a pet. Oh dear. Unfortunately it's never usually just 'a' mouse. Perhaps I could borrow my sisters pub cat for a week, she is evil, a pretty as a picture petite grey tabby cat that brings home baby rabbits and tortures them in the bath.