I do like to air my dirty linen in public...


... which is why Amelie features on this blog so much.

Actually, now I see how comfy she looks in that thing, I wonder why we bothered getting a Moses basket. Our second child can have a laundry basket from the pound shop.

As it happens though, Amelie may have spent her last night in the bulrushes, because I've managed to lay my hands on some cot bedding. I popped into Asda after work on Wednesday and they're currently holding a 'Baby & Toddler Event'. To be honest, I see some kind of toddler event every time I go to Asda, but this one has less to do with tantrums in the confectionary aisle, and more to do with selling kids' stuff to people like me.

So I picked up a baby bedding bundle for fifteen quid, and we're planning to use it tonight. I'm not saying Lisa lacks confidence in Amelie's ability to sleep in the cot, but she suggested we don't try it on a work night. Not that it makes much difference to me. I may not be due at work tomorrow, but I've got to be up at dawn to take my car to the garage for a new wheel. It won't be the first time I've lost sleep due to my spare tyre, but on this occasion it won't be due to lying awake worrying about my weight.

Oh, and as for the pharmacy van run this morning, by some miracle that went without a hitch. Naturally I had a bit of a run-in with a DHL driver who didn't like me blocking the hospital service road, after which I promptly reversed into a laundry trolley, but that's pretty much par for the course. And besides, I can afford to be reckless. I'm surrounded by doctors, and driving a van full of painkillers. Just how much harm can I come to?