More evil nursey vitis for Peter Bear

Poor little fella - more jabs, more pain, more sleepless nights for Mrs B and myself :/

Ah well, it's gotta be done, I guess. Just wish the nurse this time wasn't so crappy!

In other news, have posted my crapometer entries to Miss Snark. I'm in the 500s, so it'll be a little while till I have a response! Lol. Eagerly awaiting news ...

Oh, so it's a love story!!!

*ahem* quite.

I was bemoaning my lot, yestermorn, at the lackadaisical hook I produced for the Blood of Es in submission to Dear Miss Snark's happy hooker crapometer. "I'm trying to figure out what the story is about," I complained.

"Well," the wonderfully contrite Mrs B said, a sarcastically raised eyebrown lampooning my dilemma, "it's a love story, innit?"

"Is it?" quoth I, surprised.

"Well, yeah," she said, although from her tone of voice one could be quite sure she was actually saying: well, duh!

So, I know the direction to take now. All I need is the time in which to do it! lol

Merry Crimble Everybody (Mrs B made some yummy mincepies :) mmmmmm)

Sunday morning - blah

Guess what? I had a glass of beer last night and it was goooooooood! :)

Wychcraft from the Wychwood brewery - a 'blonde beer' or, to the rest of us - a larger - lol. So crisp and clean and yummy :) Their Hobgoblin is yummy too - a rich, strong, dark ale - mmmmmmmm ........................

Now it's ten past eight on a sunday morning and i'm trying to hold a wriggly 15 week old baby while typing out this blog - d'oh! and gruh?!!!

Poopy baby

So this morning, Peter waited until I was up to have a poo. Bloody typicao, eh?!!

I still haven't managed to get much done on my book :/ but we've been very productive in terms of sorting everything out in this new town. I have even put all the Xmas decorations up. Woo hoo ... go me !!!!!!!!!!

Gorgeous Mrs B is fast asleep upstairs, resting her perty head, and ickle fluff-bum is rolling around the floor and gurgling!

Bless

All together now ...

awwwwwwwwwwwwwww

Fluffbum is teething and after 20 minutes of screaming and a generous applique of calgel, he's nodded off on my lap.

He needs the sleep so I won't disturb him :

Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

Blasted medical professionals

I swear, they are in fact trained in the style of the Inquisition - yes, the Spanish one.

So, Professor Woolfe prodded and poked and, in response to me telling him that my left knee is particularly bad at present, he takes out his rubber mallet and whacks it a couple of times for good measure. "bend forward without bending your knees," he says, having just cracked my already acheing knees a thumping good blow. "Does this hurt?" he says, twisting my wrist again after seeing me wince with sharp intake of breath and trying to pull away from his painful intrusions.

And then the blasted "community health practitioner" with the enormous needle inserted roughly into tender arm and yanked out equally painfully.

Bastards

Look who's back, baby ;p

Well, that was a stressful week or so!

Thank dear dogness that it's all over and done with! On Friday, at 4.24 pm, with less than a day and a half till we moved into our lovely new cottage in Callington, we got a call from the council offering us a flat in Pensilva. Of course, as we were technically to leave our previous adress on the Satruday they would have been unable to visit us there to verify our details so we were no longer eligible for the flat. The council, being the council, refused to speak to us on Friday about our case as we figured we had every right to that flat and that they were just being ridiculously pedantic about it, and so, for fear of losing out on the cottage and having nowhere to go and having to stay with the in-laws indefinately, we took the cottage.

Ho hum. Yesterday, the lady from Ocean Housing that was to manage the property told us she wanted to pursue it and that it had gone all the way to top management between them and the council about how they messed us around and that we were the rightful tenants. Of course, we'd have to get out of our current contract which would cost 5 months rent. We could claim that back from the council in compensation but it would take forever and cost us more money to pursue than we have, so we've just given up.

Poo to the council. Poo, I say.

Still, this cottage is lovely. Very lovely indeed. The cats and Peter and mummy bear are all happy to be here. Well, fluffy bear (Peter) is teething and so grumpy in general, but he seems happy here anyway :)

And daddy bear is happy to be here too.

Now, for tomorrow. I have to go to see Professor Woolfe. He's going to cause me pain, I know it. *shudders* I hate hospitals :/ Me a little scared.