OK, so everyone's biorhythms were low, but we still had a good time. I asked Richard and Nigel to bath Brakkie so he would look nice for Easter, but I also wanted him bathed before I put his Frontline flea treatment on him. He doesn't like being bathed, and he wasn't too keen on being blow dried either. Wendy was feeling sorry for her little blonde friend, as was trying to comfort him.
A miserable, wet Brak
Doesn't he look sorry for himself?
Doesn't she look grown up all of a sudden?
Blowing raspberries on Gummy's tummy
A friendly time with Auntie Michelle
Wendy's understanding and vocabulary are growing at an alarming rate. When my mum comes back in 4 weeks, she will notice a huge change in the child.
I am off to bed now. I can only stay up for half an hour at a time now and sitting is painful. I'm not miserable or depressed, but my goodness, I do feel ill. In fact, I can't really remember what it is like to feel really well.
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