Monday, April 30

The Very Hungry Meepapillar

One day, Miss Meep woke up and her belly was rumbling. It was only 6am, but her hungry belly went 'Groooooowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwlllll, wake up and fill me with delicious treats.'

So she got up and had some Weetabix Minis with soy milk. The belly was satisfied.

However, after she had showered, dressed, been for a womble with the dog and returned home, she was hungry again. It was 8am. She made two pieces of toast - one with marmite, one with peanut butter. The belly was silenced and off she went to work.

At work, the belly continued to rumble. It wouldn't shut up. The only way to silence it was by eating. That day, she ate:

1 apple
5 dried figs
A jam doughnut
Another apple
3 pieces Green and Blacks chocolate
1 cheese and tomato sandwich
Packet of crisps
Slice of carrot cake
Box of veggie sushi rolls (whilst walking around the supermarket - the shame)
Slice of cheese
Wedge of Spanish omlette
Avocado and tomato salad
Mug of Ovaltine
4 squares Green and Blacks

Then she went to bed and had a long sleep. When she awoke, she didn't find that she had turned into a beautiful buterfly. Instead, she - or rather her bathroom scales - found that she had become two pounds heavier overnight.

She went downstairs and made a batch of home-made blueberry pancakes.


Monday, April 23

Baroness Blod in the Blossom

Who would have thought that this vision of cuteness is:
  • Smelly
  • Barky
  • Naughty
  • Farty

    I still love her though.
  • Sunday, April 15

    34 weeks

    And Mini Meep is rapidly running out of space in there. She likes to nestle her feet right under my ribs when I'm sitting upright - a great excuse to spend the sunny weekend reading the paper on a reclining deckchair in the garden.

    I'm doing lot of 'birth preperation'-type things, like drinking raspberry leaf tea (supposed to make your contractions more powerful - is that a good thing?), bouncing on a giant bouncy birthing ball (the pets are terrified of it) and listening to my natal hypnosis CD (put it on on Friday night about 9pm - woke up on the sofa at 12.30. It's obviously making me VERY relaxed).

    I'm really excited about meeting her, but a bit scared too. Eeek.

    Wednesday, April 4

    Cwtchin' rocks

    Oh, I love a cwtch. And so do most of my fellow countrymen, it seems. All hail the cwtch couple of Canton.

    Sometimes, I think about all the people I love and think about what it would be like if we all got in to a giant bed and had a big long cwtch - in a totally non-pervy way, of course (I realise that when I say this out loud, it sounds really wrong, but it's totally innocent, this need for cwtching).

    Cwtch someone you love today - a friend, your partner, your mam, your dad, your nan, your gramp, your sprogs, your dog, your cat, the postman. Just give them all a big squeeze.

    I hope I don't wear Mini Meep out with too much cwtching when she arrives.

    Tuesday, April 3


    I've been on a lovely holiday to Cornwall. Here's a summary through the medium of photography...

    A happy, sandy Blod

    Expressing our appreciation for the pasty

    View from our cottage at sunset

    Who needs to go abroad?

    Abandoning the boots for a paddle

    A chicken. In Cornwall. Last Wednesday.

    Missing in Action

    Hello - it's been a while, I know. The thing is about this balancing freelancing with a part-time job is it sometimes gets so bloomin' busy that you don't even have time to write your blog or even cook a proper meal or anything.

    Here's a Top 10 of things what have happened:
  • I've been to Cornwall on hols - am attempting to post some piccies but it's all going wrong and I'm swearing at the computer. A lot. Shame, because one of them is the best photo of a chicken ever. Watch this space - bet you can't wait.
  • In Cornwall I ate: 2 cheese pasties, 3 cream teas, 2 ice creams and approximately 236 chips.
  • I've only put on a stone of baby weight - huzzah!
  • I have SPD - ouch!
  • Blod has fleas - blee!
  • Zeb has mites - blah!