The plunket nurse is coming this afternoon.
I'm hosting a coffee group with newly crawling babies and nice mummies on Friday.
I'm - deep breath - cleaning up the house for the occasions.
The mother whose 7 year old son complained about the unclean state of our toilet last month, arranged our last meeting for the beach playground. Very diplomatic. She's coming on Friday though.
I would reach for some gin just at the thought of cleaning instead of gardening when the sun is shining, but then there is the small matter of Plunket and the attachment I have formed for my daughter.
So I shall stay sober and clean for the whole day.
It's better made at home
1 week ago
2 comments:
*Pours a gin for both of us* Cheers!
Sandra!!!!
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