Pouring
It never rains but it pours.
I can’t go into lots of detail here … but believe me, if my life at the moment were written down or on the stage, it’d be a farce.
I’m back on PCC after a 3 year break – straight in at the deep end with a controversial opinion on everything – well they didn’t elect me to sit there saying yes sir, no sir, three bags full sir, did they?! whether it’s token “youth”, token mummy or general stuff, if I have a tupp’orth I’ll jolly well add it – with the added bonus that I’m not secretary this time round
In other news: I’m an aunt again
Liberty Rhoda, after nearly a week of trying to induce, and a CS being booked, finally decided to join us naturally at 00.58 on Monday morning; both she and my sister in law are fine, though very very tired, and my brother and nephew are chuffed but shattered, and my son wants a baby sister too to catch up with his cousin – not sure how to explain they don’t quite come to order, like from the “mr tesco man’s van” (his phrase)!
thank you for all associated prayers and thoughts x