Hideaway

Don't blame him for hiding in there - all the rain we've had.

Today was less rainy, and as the kids had asked to have lunch at school instead of coming home, Mr B suggested a trip into Toulouse to look at some Trocs (junk/second hand shops). Normally this would be in my top three of things to do on any given day, but today with a two-day-old sinus headache and a regular headache fighting noisily for supremacy inside my head, and the 400mg of Ibuprofen only able to jump up and down squeaking "Can you keep it down please", the Troc mission had slipped well below "Spend day in bed moaning quietly". But off we went and, to cut a long, tedious and slightly frustrating day a little shorter, we visited about six Trocs, half a dozen other stores and came home with a small bookshelves (about one tenth of what we need) and a mirror. Oh, and a screen we don't need. Mr B has suddenly taken against Ikea furniture which, after the third Troc was unsuccessful, I had suggested as a bookcase supplier. He didn't like that idea, but decided we would go there for lunch. Of course the restaurant was closed for refurbishment. No matter, we found one of those odd roadside restaurants that are on an industrial estate but turn out to provide fabulous food for next to no money.

And we were late picking the kids up... This meant they went with the after-school club teacher to the PTA meeting at 6pm. Which was embarrassing, but did mean that Katherine got to listen to the meeting and pick up some useful info (like people being annoyed about kids taking packed lunch into the school canteen because their food might carry microbes to the other kids' food... Hmmm. Conor takes packed lunch - because the canteen can't cater for kids with allergies. The only other kid who I know takes a packed lunch is vegetarian. Yesterday morning I had a super-stressful meeting with the Head Teacher and the school doctor about Conor's allergies - filling in a very long medical history form about him. (I don't know how I forgot it in yesterday's write up given that I was up most of Sunday night worrying about it.) And today Conor was in the canteen for the first time in about six weeks. Just a coincidence, I'm sure...

The regular headache has won the fight. So rather than stare at a screen all night, I'm off to lie in bed and moan quietly.