Weekend.
I spent a large portion of easter weekend sleeping as I figured it was probably one of my last chances to do so for any length of time before the baby arrives. Sleep = Good.
The boiler exploded this morning in a spectacular fashion. British Gas wanted £156 to come and fix it. British Gas = money grabbing twunts.
We spent a large portion of our wedding money on baby stuff. Breastpumps and sterilisers = v.v. unglamourous.
The house seems to be falling apart. I blame the weather.
