That is what is happening around here at the moment! But this time next week Mark will be home and life will be much more fun.

I haven't even done any scrapping for a few days, I just can't get motivated. I am determined to do some today because I made some gorgeous little felt flowers the other day which just need to be used on a lo. I have to find a photograph though.

Mum is still poorly but she is getting better.

The kids are currently in the hallway with a couple of those massive balloons and it is driving me mad. They are not being naughty, they are having great fun but I get absolutely driven mad by the noise of the balloons being banged around and their screeching!! Me thinks they will be confiscated in about 10 mins for a little while so that I can think straight!

We had a school fair yesterday - hence the balloons. Nightmare, why do kids always want more, more, more. I lasted 40 minutes at the fair because although they got two goes on the bouncy castle (amid massive tears from Charlotte for various reasons, none of which warranted any tears), a bun from the cake stall and a lollipop, a go on the win some bubbles thing and a massive balloon they weren't happy. They just wanted everything and went mad when I said no so I went home! Great fun, not. It was just hard to deal with at the same time as dealing with another problem in the school playground, that of the girl who was my friend before I moved to Mullion being there with her new friend (who she hated and bitched about pre-mullion). It has been a nightmare since I got back as she has been so rude and obnoxious to me and I just don't want anything to do with her now. We talk, it's civilised but quite frankly I would rather pretend she doesn't exist after the treatment I have had from her. Honestly, She is acting like we are 12. This is very difficult as Charlotte is best friends with her little girl. So you can see, I would rather have not gone to the fair at all, and I wish I hadn't.

On a better note, the mirrors are up! Yippeeee. We only had to wait 6 months for them to be delivered.

Yay, mirrors!!!

Right, off to have a better day than yesterday and forget about bitching playground Mums. I am a nice person, perhaps that is the problem.