Saturday 12 May 2012: Baby's Best Friend ...
Poppy loves when our babies wean.
There she sits, quivering with terrier excitement at the prospect of some tiny, regurgitated morsel falling from Floraidh's grasp and into her waiting jaws.
Food is not my friend at the moment. Day 4 of a violent vomiting bug that simply will not ease up. I'm yellow. Actually yellow. Okay, jaundiced. But still yellow. It's weird.
Hugely frustrating is that after months of stress, endless phone calls and me driving the sale through, we finally got the keys to our VERY OWN house yesterday and I've not been well enough to get round there yet ...
Hauling my ass over there tomorrow though, no matter what-A leaves for Africa again tomorrow evening and we have got to stand inside our home together, even just the once, before he leaves.
Our Family Home.