B is in Birmingham doing a Stan's Cafe show.
Leo and I are in Somerset with Ma again - I'm feeling a bit ropey. Tired, miserable, weepy. I've got an appointment to see their GP tomorrow to discuss the 'upping the anti-depressant medication giving the baby fins' scenario. I can't seem to stop crying. Ma and Sister Natalie are being great, taking Leo when I feel I can't cope, feeding me, taking me for walks, generally being lovely.
We have found out today that the company who owes us money is on the way in to administration. This is slightly adding to our stress.
Roll on a) next week, when B is home and b) the week after Easter, when Leo is staying with his Grandma and Grandad for a week whilst B and I slope off to Majorca.
For today, that is all. I leave you, to return to cat-stroking and reading trashy novels.