(Yeah, I know it should be hopes may rise on the, but Carlisle means nothing to me, oh Vienna)

A blog what I wrote.

Sunday, 9 October 2011

Climb every mountain

In the last month I have gone back to work after maternity leave, settled my daughter in at the childminders, my mum fell down the stairs and bashed her head in (she survived), my cat died (old age) and I have been learning how to meditate and how to crochet (not at the same time). Only one of these things felt easy, and that was my daughter going to the childminders - she loves it. Being a naturally nosy nelly watching the other kids play is her new best thing, and they in turn are lovely with her. So phew. It still feels weird taking her to someone else's house to learn and play but needs must and it's only 3 days a week. Well done her, and well done me - may as well slap myself on the back cos no other bugger will.

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