annanotbob's Diaryland Diary
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Monday night
If I'd known there were going to be pictures I might have put some clothes on:
That's us. Seeing us all gathered together inspires such a rush of wonder and pride. I remember the midwife saying to me after Sammie was born, "You'd think no one had ever given birth before." (Yeah, nice. Had the next two at home.) I am aware that other people have had children and grandchildren, but these are mine - they came from my body. Seeing them all together still blows my mind. Bastards.
For new readers (cooee! *waves*) we are, from left to right, me in my favourite pyjamas, Sammie, Renny, Sara and Tony. I can't remember what we were laughing at and I've been trying to come up with some smart-arsery, but no luck so far.
I'm going to have a dodgy mole removed from my leg tomorrow. I've sat and looked at that sentence for five minutes, but I don't really have anything else to say about it. Mild panic - ha, bet you weren't expecting that. Boring myself with the panic and the sorrow, which is probably good, though it leaves me little to write about.
Grateful for:
1. Leftovers for dinner, so easy
2. Hair long enough to plait again - though this has probably been true for ages and I just hadn'e noticed
3. Marion's got us tickets to a Crime Writers' Symposium in a couple of weeks - cool. Also to see a talk by Louis de Berniere whose latest novel is the next choice for our book group. I don't like him much but I'll probably go because I liked the people. Didn't make it to samba drumming with Hannah though - had a houseful of people and forgot clean about it.
4. I've not had a sleeping pill since Friday so I'm gonna treat myself tonight as a reward for resisting the lure of the codeine, which is, let's face it, heroin. Just a bit tarted up with some paracetamol and a snazzy red box instead of a baggie. Whatever, I let myself fall into it for a bit of a rest, but I'm not staying there, so good work, have a sleeping pill. This is starting to sound like bollocks even to me, so time to move on.
5. Fingernails full of good garden soil and no necessity to clean it all out. I feel better when I'm a bit grubby. It occurs to me that the clinic tomorrow may want to look at all my moles, so I might have to get the bra back out in case it's a bloke.
Sweet dreams, honey pies xxx
9:30 p.m. - 28/04/2008
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