Father was so poorly yesterday. He was too weak to lift a plastic sippy cup half full of tea. However the brandy and coke he shared with the manager last night seemed to have picked him up a bit and he was able to enjoy his paper today.
So yesterday evening I was doing my best not to fall apart. Bear needs a slightly more upbeat mum. I don't want him to fret too much. And that is the only way I can explain why I have £20 worth of ammonites coming in this direction.
It just seemed to happen. One minute I was tootling gently over mumsnet and spider solitaire, the next minute I was on ebay and happening. On one level I could do without spending the £20, I could really do without spending the £20, but why ammonites? I was sort of wandering around the general area of rocks as bear continues rock mad. However why did I look at the ammonites? I mean, why?
I think I need to get a bit more of a grip on my sanity. Also, where do you put £20 of ammonites? At least they don't need a litter tray.
I found this picture on Wiki Commons, and it seemed kind of appropriate
It's taken by Andre de Saint Paul and the link to the entry is here.
I think I will try and go for something else to divert myself into. Something that doesn't involve spending money. Something that doesn't involve random items being delivered by long suffering postmen. I'll update if I find it - and I hope I find it soon!