Today was a “the house is filled with kids” kinda day. Having fallen out with her old “new” friends Hannah now has a number of new “new” friends and they were round our place for most of the day (tip to new parents: consider carefully before purchasing a large trampoline for your back garden. One of them, Paulina’s her name (she’s eastern European so I’m not entirely sure I’ve yet heard her name pronounced correctly), has a dog of her own. A little poodle/greyhound/and something else cross and she brought this odd little thing with her. Well Monty went bonkers and the pair of the spent most of the rest of the day chasing one another all over the house and garden. With her usual impulsiveness Hannah had arranged that she was going to sleep over at Paulina’s house that night but shortly after she’d arrived there she rang, in tears, saying she wasn’t happy, didn’t feel well and wanted to come home. Deb trooped off and fetched her and she returned and spent a tearful half hour cuddled up on the sofa. I think it suddenly dawned on her that she was staying in the home of someone who’d been a virtual stranger that morning and who’s Mum she’s barely met.
We’d planned to visit the allotment today to do some more weeding and plant a few more things but the weather was fairly changeable all day so we put this off to the next day what with the Monday being a Bank Holiday and all that. We were supposed to have gone there the previous day but I forget why we didn’t; possibly because I WAS ON Twitter all day trying to recover my lost mentions perhaps. After everyone else had headed to bed I spent most of the night tweeting, hashtag games are addictive, before heading for the sofa and a few hours sleep sometime around 04:00!
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