don’t mess with the baby

The boiler is well and truly dead. I actually wept real tears when we were told the replacement couldn’t be fitted for 2 weeks....! Having told the lady arranging the newbie about Isaac’s presence in the house, she worked actual magic and called back to say she’d managed to move the fitting to this Wednesday. I told her I felt like marrying her and informed Isaac that he could stop practising his deeply unimpressed face.

Today I managed to bathe three children by the power of the gas hob. Don’t tell Eve, but once GG had brought her back from Rainbows, I used the warm water from the tumble dryer compressor to warm up her bath. It was hardly girl guiding levels of resourcefulness but pleased me nonetheless.