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Alison_081

The joy just never ends.

If you will pardon my french it's the bloody boilers fault. I blame the boiler. I do. If I didn't have one I wouldn't need the constant attentions of the local plumbers dilly dallying with my pipes and costing me a fortune in the process. When I was just on the verge of signing back up for broadband and finally rejoining the land of the living the boiler dies and £150.00 later I no longer have goose pimples nor any real hope of an internet connection at home in the very near future...

Now I'm not one to moan (much) but indulge me regardless. Aside from the boiler nightmare yesterday Finley woke up with the blotchy horror that is Scarletina, because being a vintage kinda Mommy I insist my son only suffers from old fashioned horrors like mumps and such like and say pah to chicken pox and the common cold...

So my day went to pot. The boiler went pop.  And then we went to the doctors.

I'm off to put my head in the oven. Have a lovely weekend.x

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