Everyday is like Sunday. Everyday is silent and grey.

The girls zonked out in front of a dvd. All day it has been dribbling. Nothing to report, unless somebody's intersted in my long shopping list. I am very proud of myself that I managed to sit down, plan meals for the rest of the week and complied extensive list. Now it feels like we are well stocked up. It was a bit embarrassing when one of Hanna's friends said she was hungery and all I had to give her was an apple, and as it was a bit bruised, she didn't eat it. Alternatives were: frozen peas, black olives and very soft and weak looking celery. I am still getting used to the fact we have some strange children around the house demanding food and entertainment.

Much more interesting blip back-blipped yesterday.