Have a cup of tea … I'm not that sort of mother

I’m a little stabby- amongst other things – right now.

I’m also enduring some horrible chest thing, coupled with a nasty sounding

2 Replies to “Have a cup of tea … I'm not that sort of mother”

  1. Seriously, who makes the bed? That’s why doonas were invented.

    How do you feel about stopping to take a deep breath? That way you’ve got a full lung to start yelling with. Or perhaps belting the living heck out of something inanimate? Like, I dunno, the thomas train set that you’ve fallen over again?

    Just a couple of thoughts.

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