Making it up

A pair of fairy wings. A dolls house doll. An episode of CSI, most of a romantic Saturday evening.

I had plans for last night. Lots of plans for last night. Most of them went by the wayside when Big decided to redecorate the bathroom floor. Shortly after she’d done that, obviously convinced by the new colour scheme she had a go at her bed and bedroom floor. Hence the first two casualties

Tim turns a funny shade of green where vomit is concerned, so I tend to step up and deal. Not that I’m not green as well, but I’m less likely to add to the quantity concerned.

So that was my evening. How was yours?

As we’d had a very late night, we had a very late morning. I was pleased to hear that Big sounded much better today - right up to the point where I got tired of listening to the pair of them fight. And then I was very cross to hear that she had used the emergency bucket later on but not felt it necessary to let either of us know, so there was a very fragrant bucket perfuming their sleeping area.

Sorry, tmi? Tough!

Today has perforce been quiet and relaxed. I am broadening the children’s musical education by playing them all three Bat Out of Hell albums in chronological sequence I am broadening my crochet horizons by completing the second piece of the one hour sweater. (Basic afghan stitch, I have no idea whether I’m doing it right). Tim is about to go and pamper himself in the bath, and has just watered my valentine’s present for me. I ask you, did anyone else get compost as a valentine’s gift? No? Thought not. Still, my pot plant will thank him for it - I’d better go repot it.

And another exciting weekend potters past.