what is the point of big flashy signs on motorways, if, a year later, you put up camera gantries just in front of them?
No? Me either. I’m assuming that these are NPR camera installations, and there appears to have been precisely no thought applied to where they are being sited – in front of flashy signs, behind them, hidden around bridges, in front of directional signs, you name it, we’ve got it. Or maybe this is a quiet act of mutiny from the men erecting them, to put them in places where they are going to cause problems in the hope that we, the public, will complain. I’ll complain, if I can figure out where to and what about. I don’t think anyone is listening though.
Anyway, to the day. It’s Big’s 7th birthday, and I should post a glowing post about how I feel being seven years into motherhood. To be honest though, every day that I look at them it’s a surprise to discover that I gave birth and being to these wonderful creatures, and an anniversary doesn’t change that all that much. So not feeling overly soppy tonight, or no more so than usual.
It was fun watching her opening pressies – she got a very sizeable batch. Highlights appear to have been yet more Rainbow fairy books and a castle. If you’re lucky Tim might blog piccies at some point. Small missed the entire proceedings – despite being very excited to see Grandma when I picked them up from school, he couldn’t sustain it and was very firmly asleep when I got them home. We left him on the sofa for a bit in the hope he’d come around, but no, far too tired for that. So at least he didn’t have the disappointment of lots of empty carrier bags this year (small mercies I feel).
I’ve done half an hour on the wrap, and now I’m off for an early night. Very tired tonight, and the start of a sore throat – I’m going to grab some extra vit c in the hope I can head it off before it’s a cold.
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