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Please do not worry

Evil people lurk

I guess I’m having ‘a spot of bad luck’. Or something of the sort.

But earlier this week, an innocuous looking cashpoint refused to give me any money. Here it is:

It looks fine, right? But after I slept in on Tuesday, I left in a hurry. I had 6 minutes to go til the train came. I needed money. I asked it nicely, it seemed to be working… I got my card back and then… nothing. Followed by some growling noises. (The machine not me). A phone call to the number said I’d get my money back automatically. So I keep an eye on my account. Which is good, because I noticed when a penny came out. I was at work, husband phoned bank, end result – I no longer have a debit card. Wonderful.

Jump forward 2 days to this morning, and a random thing texts me and thanks me for signing up with something (I most certainly did not). And relieves me of £4.50.

So I’m starting to feel a bit paranoid…

This dude was hanging about the station tonight (after I missed the train because my bus didn’t show up):

That can’t be a good sign, can it?

I mean, just because you’re paranoid, doesn’t mean they’re not after you.


Anyway, I’ll leave you with the words of my helpful 3 advisor this evening:

Going back to work sucks… so does formula, apparently!

So, as it’s nearly time to go back to work, I’ve been trying to prepare the baby for the change. And failing.

3 weeks of trying to get little to drink formula. 2 brands of formula. 2 types of bottle, 5/6 types of sippy/straw/magic cups.

And the baby says no…

In fact the baby spat out the first formula every time… a week later I tried another one. Baby said ‘ok’ (well, not literally, she’s not baby genius) but she drank 20ml. And that was it. Apart from the <gross alert> explosive, mucus filled poops </gross alert> which happening every time I managed to get her to drink a mouthful (and apparently mean she’s intolerant to the formula). Which is all she ever drank.

This culminated in her deciding she wasn’t drinking it anymore. At the start of this week, we’d gone an entire day on a few sips of water. She was crying, I was crying, she was dehydrated but still refusing the formula. So I gave her breastmilk in a bottle. And she downed it. So, we know she can do it if she wants to! So I mixed formula in. She spat it at me.

So now formula has been shelved, poops are normal, baby is happy.. bank balance less happy as I bought an electric pump and paid to have it delivered the next day.

Now I’m trying to figure out how to deal with this at work – I will be spending my lunch breaks stuck in a meeting room with my new machine, being milked like a cow. Awesome.

Fred the unicorn…

Before Xmas, I spent a weekend in Edinburgh with family. It was awesome, and I bought myself a little present while I was there.

It was a unicorn keyring. I called him Fred (my universe name for the menfolk as I mix them up a lot). I’m not usually a unicorn person, but I liked Fred, and decided he’d make a good addition to my keys.

But three weeks later, this happened:

 broken unicorn keyring
 I was upset, but Edinburgh is a bit too far to replace him 🙁
So, whilst in depressed dinosaur mode the other day, I made another Fred:

needlefelt unicorn 
It’s not quite the same, but I think everyone needs a unicorn in their life. I also managed to get the original Fred back on a keyring (he has a hole in his head, poor thing).

Happy days!

Also, it’s the third Monday in January. Which is, apparently, the most depressing day of the year, or ‘blue Monday’. Which has got a Divine Comedy song stuck in my head…

She makes my heart beat the same way

As at the start of Blue Monday

Always the last song that they play.. At the indie disco

Anyway… I am supposed to be working. So I shall get back to it!