Tuesday, 11 November 2008


Friday I began packing in earnest, sneezing like a trooper and thinking nothing of it. Late Friday I realised I was developing a cold and the sneezing wasn't owing to my lack of polishing skills.

I feel rubbish, really rubbish, the cold has settled on my chest and hurts like hel, I'm tired because the little 'un is really restless at the mo - so much so I actually popped him in his own room last night - but of course I still couldn't sleep because he wasn't in bed with me. His crying woke me up at half six - think he was a little disorientated to wake up in his room.

The Childminding course is going well, and now I've grasped that I'm only required to observe and not make value judgements as to a child's development I feel much happier.

Sorry, that's all I can think of now, my head is all fuddled with cold.

I want me bed!

1 comment:

arwen_tiw said...

Aw lovey, speeding the packing with every thought I can send, and (hugs) re: the cold. Wish we got sick days in this job.