Today we have been creating a new variation of the twins bedroom and I managed to create a little hidden den for them. This was after attempting to dismantle a sofa and failing then having to plug the open chimney that had previously been plugged with newspaper and masonry snot resulting in me getting covered in dust and brick grot. ( Eeww, It went in my mouth!) Then I had to drop the sofa off to the tip which took longer due to random police cordons and sloooow traffic and then we all went to Hounslow buy their uniforms for nursery which they start in Jan! All to the backing track of our ongoing discussion about how are little lad is 5 1/2 months into toilet training and is still not getting the hang of it. BUT... it was all worth it when we saw their reactions on seeing the room and the hiding place.
Day 7 in the life of #ErrolTheBlister. We were in a cafe in Ealing having lunch. It was all quite lovely with Ruth and O sharing a pizza (I say share when I really mean Ruth was eating it and O was refusing to eat it despite pizza supposedly being his favourite food), I was enjoying the big breakfast and A was enjoying some of my chips (because she'd insisted that she didn't want any food "AT ALL!!!"). Suddenly during the meal A shouted "HEEEEEEY!" It wasn't till the drive home that we realised that the water which had landed on her forehead and hair was not a random ceiling drip but must have been Errol's insides when he finally burst like a scene that was cut from the movie "Alien". I'm sad that Errol's demise went almost unnoticed and that he went with all the dignity of a plank but I will miss him dearly and am grateful for everything he brought to our little family.