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To save time and energy if we just transpose the top half of yesterday’s blog which starts: ‘had a hideous night’ into this one.  You will get the picture and it will save me having to whinge on about being up for umpteen hours in the middle of the night. I did finish my book on Renaissance Art, hoorah! Am now reading a childrens book called Inkheart by Cornelia Funke which my mum recommended.  It’s pretty good, although I’ve not made much progress with it today, and however valuable reading time alone is in the wee small hours I’d rather not bother this evening thanks all the same.

I woke up this morning with a crashing headache, hideous sinusitis and a stomach still set to ‘rebel from all foods mode’, which did not make me very happy at all.  Jason is of the opinion that all the sleepless nights and patchy meals caught up with me.  More like hijacked me in an alley, clubbed me senseless and stole my handbag.  I took homeopathy, ibuprofen, paracetamol and even anti-histamine during the course of the day to try and ease the pain.  All to no avail, and when we went out to buy some new curtains after school this evening was quite, quite poorly in the curtain shop which culminated in Jason having to bring me home so that I could throw up in my newly cleaned downstairs toilet and stagger off to bed. I woke up at 11.30 p.m. feeling quite a lot better, although my stomach still isn’t too convinced about the sagacity of food and my sinuses are still flaring a bit.  I can however stand up without agony and no longer want to smash the side of my face in with a ball peen hammer just to make the pain go away.  This is what is known in the trade as a good thing.

Due to facial agony I have once again failed to create a magical pond out of an old pie tin.  The investiture thing is tomorrow which means I really, really need to get my skates on. I feel a Blue Peter moment beckoning me from afar.  I hope it hurries up, as Matilda is starting to get rather twitchy about my ability to create such a pond despite my calming messages of calm.  She has been eyeing me suspiciously and I have caught her casting furtive glances at the cupboard where I keep all the baking utensils.  I expect she could make a good one of her own, she is very creative after all.  I just can’t stand the mess and twittering involved.  Because she has to get ‘greenery’ and ‘rocks’ she will no doubt set off down the already soggy garden in some kind of totally inappropriate outfit/footwear, and then march half the garden over the cream stair carpet which I have just hoovered, only to find that her rocks are twice the size of the pie tin and she has developed a nasty itch from some inappropriate greenery.  Best if I do it really, you don’t want the star of the show coming out in a rash before curtain up.

Oscar went to nursery this morning and the nursery staff were quite worried about him when I went to pick him up.  They had offered him the chance to go outside and play and he didn’t want to go.  Apparently he wanted to stay in and read books.  They mentioned this to me several times as I was easing him into his coat to come home, in much the same tone as you would mention that a child suddenly developed an extra head or the ability to quantify PI accurately in their head without the aid of a calculator.  I was very proud! What a boy! He may be obsessed with the world of cars and spend most of his current waking life crouched on a small green plastic tractor shouting ‘brmmm, brmmm!’ whilst avidly watching television, but there’s still hope for him if he prefers books to going outside and running around.  This and his love for prawn and pea risotto may mean that there is actually a bit more of me in him than I’d formerly thought.

Tallulah is still being evil over getting dressed in the morning.  To save him having to shout at her again Jason came up with the cunning plan that Tilly could help Tallulah get dressed this morning.  It worked beautifully up to the point where Tilly couldn’t find any pinafores or skirts for Tallulah to wear (due to the fact that she’s worn them all this week already) and produced a pair of trousers for her.  Tallulah registered her displeasure at such a turn of events by punching Tilly in the face.  This, as you can imagine, did not go down well with anyone other than Tallulah who was rather pleased with herself until Jason intervened.

She is being rather fighty at the moment again.  This afternoon, just before I staggered off upstairs clutching a sick bowl and my head, she pinched Tilly rather hard.  Apparently it was just because there was a rather pinchable bit of Tilly poking out right by her and she couldn’t resist the temptation.  Jason who was now faced with the prospect of feeding and bathing three children and nursing me was rather exercised by the whole thing and dispensed with the idea of the naughty step.  He reached right into the heart of the issue and pinched Tallulah on the leg.  She then burst into floods of tears and roared: ‘What did you do that for? That really hurt.’  At which point he was able to do the Jesus and offer the parable of the stupid child who pinches her sister and is amazed when she is in turn pinched by someone else.’  I perhaps wouldn’t have handled it in the same way, but to be fair to him, it did seem to work and it must have been quite satisfying!

Right. I’m off to have a shower and another cup of tea.  I’m hoping I’ll be able to sleep properly tonight, although having crashed out in a pain induced coma for a sold eight hours, it’s unlikely.  I can’t even blame it on Oscar this time, which is a bit of a shame. We made sure that he didn’t have a nap today at all, in the hope that he will finally be too tired to wake up at two in the morning demanding dinner and dancing.  Fingers crossed…