Poorly

Poor Squidge. Moments after letting her out of the buggy to roam free in the park this morning, she asked if she could get back in. Which is so unlike her. She seems pretty poorly. We had a rough night together, she slept in the bed with me as she was being so clingy (another sure sign she's ill).

Another tough day - not sure if it's better not to mention it on blip as am so aware I keep droning on at the moment! It's all doom, apologies. It's just unbelievably hard when all three of us are ill but the world still demands us. I've had to juggle work and Angus has been on Skype calls to London all day. Meanwhile Squidge has watched a lot of Peppa Pig. Not our finest parenting day, it has to be said.