There I was reclining on the couch watching the start of events having a bar of chocolate and a cup of tea and rejoicing in my retreating rash when I was suddenly struck by migraine. So the rest of the weekend I spent alternately vomiting and lying in a darkened room with a damp face cloth on my forehead. But today, touch wood, all is well, rash is retreating, no vomiting, no headache. I’m on top of the world here. Even filling 20 goodie bags for the creche (tomorrow is the Princess’s birthday and she must give gifts to all her little friends, this is the Belgian way) and filling in the Princess’s application for school has failed to dampen my spirits.
Please me too. I promise to stick you in the car when we go round Umbria later this Summer. 
Oi, no bribery bobble – I asked first so I did.
Stop pushing, just because you’re bigger than Bobs and me doesn’t mean you can go to the front of the queue.
Besides you don’t like fruit pieces and natural, non-additive laced stuff. There’s no Murphys in the bag!
Poor waffley ….
How do you know jack? The wonderful girl might stick a can in for me. I can give the fruit pieces to the cat or something…
You go girl! Don’t pay any attention to those other greedy goobers. I love you for who you are, not because of your goody bags.
Ha ha. Just kidding. I want one too!
on 12 April 2005 at 20:13
It must have been the hats – at least, they certainly gave me a headache.
I think I need a bigger car.
OK, look there are enough goodie bags for everyone. Calm. Bobble you will get extra though if you take me in your car in the Summer. Thanks for all sympathy.
Beth, surely not…
