I’ve just placed a large order from these people and I’m trying some new things for Piglet. in this order, I’ve got goat’s butter, soya yoghurt and milk, two kinds of vegan cheese and the scrummy Alpro chocolate puddings (had those before). I’m also going to get some goat’s milk from the supermarket next time we go shopping, which isn’t going to be for another two weeks or so - seeing as we spent the phenomenal figure of £158 on our last outing. NEVER take a hungry man into a supermarket, especially when you have three distracting children with you.
Myf continues to drive me insane with her point blank refusal to do anything maths-wise. Normally I’m the kind of horrid dictatorial mother who exerts her dominance and not-so-subtly reminds the child that “I am the mother, you are the child, therefore, you do as you are told”. It doesn’t work in this case. Nothing works. Even threatening to cut the plug off the tv didn’t work - it just reduced Tea and Piglet to pathetic blubbering heaps on the floor. I do so hate to see small children beg.
It doesn’t help that the back doors are off their hinges - the house is like an icebox. 
The builder’s lad can’t get them to hang properly - maybe if the bloody builder would stay around long enough to actually help?? (you think I’m lifting doors so hinges can be tweaked?) There’s a huge wide swathe of wet concrete down the middle of my kitchen floor, so I’m prancing around like some blundering ballerina, leaping over wet cement between sink and fridge and kettle.
Off to light a fire in the front room and read the next installment of Little House on the Prairie. We decided to finish this series before starting Narnia, as it seems to interest Myf. She’s vacuuming the lounge at the moment. She likes vacuuming.
If only the HE inspector could see us now…
