Did you hear the screaming earlier? That was me, having a full-blown attack of hysteria worthy of a Victorian maidservant. Alternatively you could describe it as the sound of my tether, snapping.
B was involved in an accident last night.
He's fine, basically - apart from seat-belt-induced bruising that means he's wincing as he lifts Leo. And so is the other party. But it looks like my car might be a write-off - it's just been collected on a flatbed and taken to the garage for an inquest. He managed to get it to limp home the half mile from the place in the lane where it happened - but the bonnet is stove in, as are the head-lamps and apparently there's a funny grinding noise as you drive along.
They were both doing thirty or thirty-five miles per hour and braked - and he slid downhill on some mud for about fifteen meters in to the other person. The other person had a new car and was really obnoxious, insisting on calling the police, despite no-one being hurt, and calling all her family to the scene of the accident, where they all started yelling at B that he had been speeding and they weren't going to let her lose her no claims bonus over it.
The police didn't even bother to breathalyse him AND they measured the skid marks - so if the other party does try to escalate things beyond knock-for-knock at least the evidence is clear-cut.
I am officially unable to cope with this. This is my line in the sand and I am now going to fall apart like a damp tissue.
B was supposed to be going on a job for a couple of days - he has cancelled, because of a) not being able to lift and b) because of the Damp Tissue Effect. Last minute cancellations are often professional suicide and I am now worrying myself silly about that. He's in as much of a state as I am.
Eleanor has caught a cold and has a blocked up nose. She is therefore mouth-breathing and cannot latch on to feed. She's taking bottle feeds - either what I'm expressing or Aptamil - every hour or two, an ounce or so each time. We are on day three now and are all getting tired. However, on the positive side, she is reacting like a normal baby with a cold - so that is reassuring.
Leo is picking up our stress and is clingy and weepy.
I am starting to seriously wonder if someone has put the evil eye on us.
For today, that is all. I need to go and milk myself.