Not up yet, biscuits and next time.

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1. I'm still in my dressing gown because I couldn't sleep until it was time to get up. She says: "Oh, it's because Baby Badger wanted to play." I hadn't thought of it like that... all the disrupted sleep could be my body's way of adjusting to the new hours I will be keeping.

2. Euro-biscuits -- I love those tempting multi-lingual packets in Lidl with their promises of almonds and gingerbread and chocolate.

3. Games night again -- the last one before Baby Badger. It's strange to say good bye to people and to say: "Next time we see you, we'll have a baby."

Comments

  1. LaylaWednesday, November 10, 2010

    Really like the idea/theme of your blog- very orginal :-) Layla xx

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  2. JoeinVegasWednesday, November 10, 2010

    Oh - no more games night. And that sounded like such fun

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  3. ClareWednesday, November 10, 2010

    Thanks Layla!

    I know, Joe -- it's very sad. Tim has written up last night's game.

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  4. StefanieWednesday, November 10, 2010

    I love your blog. You sum up so much in just a short space. I hope you don't mind, I'd like to borrow your idea of Three Beautiful Things, to use on occasion when I am stuck on something to write. In turn, I will direct my readers to your blog which is linked on my front page.

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  5. rosebud101Thursday, November 11, 2010

    #1--My favorite... Welcome, soon, Baby Badger!

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  6. ClareFriday, November 12, 2010

    Stephanie -- go ahead! I've put you on the Roll of Honour.

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