Bathbombs and dressing gowns

Well that'll teach me to write a post about my favourite food ... I've been poorly! Tummy, achey, virusy, fluey bug thing. I woke up on Saturday completely wiped out, no energy just feeling cold and wobbly. Spent the day shuffling around between the sofa (the photo above is what I saw for most of the weekend) and the computer reading some of your blogs.
Nothing made me feel any warmer and decided that a nice warm, relaxing bath and an early night would do it. I threw in a bath bomb that one of my daughters had given me and found myself, somewhat disconcertingly, in a floating wildflower meadow, complete with butterflies! What do they put in them? Flora and fauna apart, the oil in the bathbomb made everything stick to me and I looked like I needed a shower by the time I got out. Pyjamas and dressing gown on, went in to clean the bath and found that petals, butterflies, unidentifiable glittery things were completely glued to the sides and spent half an hour scouring it clean. Not exactly what I'd had in mind.
Sunday morning, remembering that it was Father's Day and that the eldest was at a sleepover (why do they call them sleepovers, no one sleeps) and the youngest chomping at the bit since the crack of dawn to give Daddy a Father's Day card and me a get well card, we made M breakfast in bed. A cursory glance in the bathroom revealed that all was not over with the bath bomb! Petals covered the floorboards and bathmat too - another job for later...


Feeling slightly better by lunch time although not well enough to join everyone for a walk, I decided to put my feet up for a while on the sofa. We have two sofas and an armchair in our living room and you would think with four people and two cats everyone would be able to have a space to sit comfortably. Well no - cats take up one chair, M and newspapers a sofa, and my girls (who I think are being sponosored to have the longest legs in Britain) squabble over the other. I always just sneak in quietly and grab a corner before the film starts. Because of this I made this footstool - thinking that it would free up some more space on the sofa, well our cats have other ideas!



Back together in the evening I joined in a game of monopoly which was fun. We always have such different game plans, my oldest daughter just wants to have as much money as possible, the youngest wants to buy anything and everything, I buy things in my favourite colours and M, well M doesn't really seem to have a plan - throws the dice and sees what happens.

Another early night, (shower not bath) and feeling on the mend this morning.