I went into the Dry Cleaners to pick up some trousers. The staff were hunting high and low as I had lost my ticket. Then I remembered that I hadn't actually yet taken the trousers in to be cleaned - doh! Is this early Alzheimer's, Mummy brain, sleep deprivation, too many mince pies over the festive break or part of the menopause countdown? Will I ever know?
All good back at work just knackered. Charlotte is finally sleeping all night in her own room but wakes up several times wanting a Mummy cuddle. I am too old for this and definitely could not manage with a new born. So what if my eggs are running out? One is plenty for us.
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