What is going on?

No Ella is not puking in the basket - she is "hiding" and Nathaniel thinks it is hilarious. He'd just found his mum's hairbrush so wasn't sure if playing with it would be more fun.

We've had a tiring day - first, I had blood-letting at the surgery, then we headed to town to an appointment at the Building Society to show documents to prove our identity. (We are opening an account with Norwich and Peterborough as it is the only one with no charges when you withdraw cash abroad.). We were about to get on the metro when Mr C realised he'd left his wallet at home, so not only did he have no metro card or money, he also had not got his driving licence which was one of the three documents he needed to prove he was who he said he was. So he decided he'd drive the 60 mile round trip home to get the wallet and I'd continue into town.

Bad move Mr C - what does a woman do in the city when she had nothing to do? Well I got Ella a "bargain" dress and myself a Speedo swimming costume in the sales, then had a "free" make up done at the Dior counter in Fenwicks. (After all her efforts to make me a bit presentable I felt obliged to buy the cheapest item, a mascara.). So Mr C's little oversight lightened the missing wallet considerably.

Then we did the identity thing and got all the photocopies stamped, after which it was child minding time.

And now it is gin o'clock. Cheers.