I'm so tired and I ache so much - I only got two hours sleep last night, as we were mucking out the house ready for someone who said he was going to come and view the room last night. And then New Baby danced the Cha-Cha all the time I was in bed.
The chap didn't show up, rude so-and-so.
Leo has bitten me again, on my shoulders, my breasts and the bump. He nuzzles in as if he wants a cuddle and then nips whilst you're not expecting it. I have bruises.
Benign Accountant came for his chat this afternoon. He thinks that the business is going to be okay - and advises against bankruptcy. He says that we either need to employ an Insolvency Practitioner or ask our Solicitor to negotiate an independent agreement with our creditors in order that we can still eat whilst trying to sell the house.
The Estate Agent is coming tomorrow for an evaluation.
The Magic Builder is coming back at the end of the week to finish the downstairs plastering and plumbing - Ma is giving us some money to pay him - and some friends are coming to help us paint the downstairs on Thursday and Friday. B has borrowed a hedge trimmer and is going to shave all the greenery to within an inch of it's life tomorrow, whilst, please-God, Leo is at nursery.
My mother is lending us some money to cover the next week's bills. I have no idea how we are going to manage after that.
I am drunk. Not advisable. But it seemed necessary.