As some of you may know, I am currently embroiled in a bizarre tug-of- redeployment at work, and it aint fun. I've been dead stressed and making mistakes along the lines of booking up a storyteller on a day I won't be there to look after her and distributing 50 odd posters for her with the wrong day on. Also I have to mark 40 SATS papers a night which is only marginally less boring than being in Year 9 and having to write one.
Today Puggle came to my rescue. How did she do this? She acquired raging diarrhoea. The nursery won't take kids who even look a bit tired or ugly, so there was no chance of her going in. Or me.
I'm a conscientious soul and I hate missing work, but today the sun is shining and Puggy is sat on my knee muttering in a charmingly incoherent fashion of babies, hats and doggies. Later we will go out in the garden and I will push her on a swing for what seems like hours.
Funnily enough, my week-long headache seems to have gone.
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