Sunday 9th July

Had a very labour intensive morning and washed all the floors. I was quite glad when my mum rang as it meant I could take a well earned breather. I still feel poorly in my tummy, and felt worse as the day went on. This is either down to the worlds longest hangover, a genuine bug, the hot weather or good old fashioned PMT. Personally I suspect the latter, as I couldn't find anything to wear this morning which is a sure sign.
For some strange reason I cooked a (small) joint of pork although this was a waste of time as by the time it was ready I'd had to feed Lucy something else as she had been demanding her tea and wasn't buying into the 'want a cracker to tide you over?' routine which sometimes works. By the time it was ready I didn't fancy it either, and Hop said he'd have it tomorrow instead, so there you go. Think I'll stick to cheese on toast next Sunday.
Lucy is back up to speed, although she was running around in a rather dangerous manner after tea and kept on blundering into things. This produced the result of extremely high velocity screeches escaping, the sheer volume of which made me think that the noise police would be knocking on the door any second. She eventually compromised and continued with her burst of energy by rolling around on the (clean) floor which was a lot less noisy and dangerous, and actually rather funny to watch. The sound of her laughter is so much more pleasantly infectious, as opposed to the WW2 airraid siren which makes me want to run to the hills, even on a good day!