Another week of crazy ups and downs. Thursday morning found me sobbing on the shoulder of Smiley’s bus driver at 9.15 in the morning, as nosy rat-running commuters stared out through their fogged up windows to enjoy the show. Totes embarassballs as I might say if I was 30 years younger. Twelve hours later I was in the pub enjoying this with a great bunch of special needs mammies from my daughter’s club, which made me feel very cheerful indeed.

And I’ve more reasons too…

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