This is a typical shot of our larder, ahem

If yesterday was a whirlwind, then I'm not sure what word I would choose to describe today. Many many plans for the weekend, a continuation of the photoshoot for a friend, see above, bit of a deep clean of certain areas of the house, Champions League Final annual meet up with my best childhood friends, as well as the usual dance class drop offs, trip to recycling, weekly shopping and a desired trip up to meet Mr and Mrs Shameless/BeautyisTruth and their crew and to view some art. Sounded in principle quite good, busy, but good.

So the signs were not good when all of a sudden I was made to think of the Freda Payne classic when I opened up #1 son's first nappy of the day, that is pretty much literally what we saw, oh yes it was a four handed operation. So illness has spread throughout club107 for long enough now. I recall horror stories of my sister on holiday with her family when they all went down with a 36 hour vomiting bug, all round the holiday home. For several years we have been lucky but I think this weekend demonstrates that, yes we are only human too.

Photoshoot done, as was the rest, and I got home at ooh, 11:45, just in time for a quick blip, erm no your watch stopped I think around the time the headache from the whisky was kicking in.

Got loads done, but all in all not the sort of day I had planned.

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