It's me and Lisa with child!
In hindsight, I regret wearing the same clothes two days running. People are going to think I have a limited wardrobe. Or that I smell. In reality only one of those is true. You can see the result of that chicken ravioli too. I look about two stone heavier than Saturday.
But anyhoo, Lisa and I were successfully reunited with our long lost daughter yesterday afternoon. To be honest I don't think she missed us at all. Let's face it, when you're presented with an entirely new home to wreck, and only twenty-four hours to do it, you don't really have time to think of your parents.
Arriving in St Leonards half an hour late meant that we missed the chance to see Amelie pulling the kitchen bin on top of herself, and the pot of pens that she'd spread along the length of the hall had all been picked up, but she kindly recreated for us the moment she succeeded in removing all of Grandad's books from the shelves. She was steering clear of the garden after being attacked by greenfly the day before.
So having eaten virtually the entire contents of my parents' fridge and freezer (they probably haven't noticed yet), I fitted Amelie into her brand new car seat, and we headed home. By the time we got there, she'd thrown up all over the straps, so I don't think Argos will accept it back now. She's stuck with it until secondary school whether she likes it or not.
As for today, I headed thirty miles north to screen the diabetics of East Grinstead in the middle of a heatwave. On the plus side, air conditioning is a wonderful invention. On the downside, the clinic didn't have it. But the good thing about slowly sweating through your limited wardrobe in a small room for seven hours is that patients don't hang around to chat. Frankly I've never been home so early.