Hard to swallow

8.15pm and Mrs Raheny is already in her pyjamas.

She actually was already in her pyjamas at 3pm.
No, we have not moved back to Ballybough.
She had an endoscopy done this morning and came back home high mellow on valium and smiled feebly as the kids were doing what they do best: fight with each other, run around screaming and break things.

A permanent valium diet may be on the cards. I was kind of sure that the burning pain in her oesophagus was stress related (she has a natural intolerance for fights amongst siblings, the running around accompanied by screams and witnessing the relentless breaking of all breakable things).