Grovelling apologies, lumps, jobs and grinding noises
So yeah, I know. I’ve been neglecting you. But honestly, it’s not because I don’t love you any more, I’ve just been a bit busy.
The biggest, most momentous news is that… wait for it… I HAVE A JOB!!! It’s possibly the most fantastic, fantabulous, wondrous, most amazing job in the whole world (many, many thanks to L from the Independent for the hat tip) and I now get to cook for a living – how cool is that? I’m working for a magazine and spent the whole of yesterday in my very steamed up kitchen testing Christmas recipes. Yup, in October. #1 is incredibly appreciative of the perks of my new job and spent his whole evening stuffing his face with various Christmassy offerings. The down-side I suppose is that we’re all going to be like big fat whales by the end of the year. Ah well.
Secondly, #2 wandered into the lounge the other night and announced that he couldn’t sleep because of the lump on his back. Well. I’m a bit of a flapper anyway, and the word ‘lump’ just sent me cold. Typical child, he hadn’t thought to say anything. A quick trip to the Doctor revealed that it’s probably just a cyst and should go down on its own, but blimey. And yes, I know I’m a big girl, but with C still fresh in my mind, I couldn’t help but worry.
On the way back from the doctors, though, #2 spectacularly cleared my mind of all worry by pushing the 4 wheel drive button on the jeep. This wouldn’t necessarily have been a problem only we were travelling at about 80mph at the time. There was a horrendous bang and then large amounts of whirring, grinding and various other worrying noises. We limped to the side of the road, where we sat, hazard lights on, and I gave him the bollocking of his short life, completely forgetting that up until 5 minutes ago I had been overcome with worry about his welfare. Happy days, eh.
