Dancing Queens

Wednesdays are the day the girls of Satans Minions go to dancing.The benefits of this are two fold: it gives me 45 minutes peace and it gives me leverage- something to bribe/threaten them with. Think "If you don't tidy your room/finish your lunch/pick up your shoes/stop fighting/leave me in peace you will not be going to dancing". Little do they know that this is an idle threat as I would never deprive myself of those precious 45 minutes, it works a charm.

Katy has been a bit off colour for the last few days (high temperature, clingy. unsettled) and when her temperature spiked to just under 41 degrees we eventually took her to the doctor.We were seen within an hour of phoning and the very nice German doctor reckoned she had a urine infection and gave her some antibiotics and a sample bottle. I have yet to work out how I am going to persuade a 9 month old to pee into a bottle (God knows her father has enough of a job hitting the toilet at times) but you've got to love the NHS- within an hour and a half of phoning the doctor we were on our way home with her medicine. And it didn't cost a penny.