Still ill

Still no chicken pox appread though, so definetly decided what she has is just a flu like virus. She missed her morning nap (and so did I) because we had to go let the painter into the new house, who is going to paint her room for us- so she had a nap in the corner of the living room under a wrap that is currently out of commision for babywearing after a tumbledried-with-velcro-nappies disaster. It will get fixed, it's far too lovely and expensive not to, but I'm finding it a bit too large a task to do just now. It does make a great blanket though.

Louise came round in the afternoon and brought us some fruity bran cake- apparently good for some of the less glamourous problems associated with pregnant ladies. I discovered I couldn't make tea (because there was no kettle) or nice coffee (because there was no milk). It's hard being in limbo between two houses