Quite bizarrely, (or perhaps not so bizarrely), the quality and quantity of my sleep has improved ten-fold since Benjamin's been with us. Despite the fact that I am feeding through the night on demand. And of course I'd be crazy to speak too soon because absolutely anything could still happen. But I'm just taking a day (and a night!) at a time.
Today was my first day without Andy here which I must confess I felt somewhat apprehensive about. I haven't stopped which is, of course, a taster of things to come. I kept starting things throughout the day only to be interrupted a minute or two later then totally forgetting about it. Case in point: Around 11 am I smelt burning from upstairs so rushed down to find the kitchen filled with smoke and a strange man in my garden. It was only then that I remembered that a) I had put chickpeas on the boil ages before and they were now burnt to a perfect crisp and that b) we live in a posh square where a gardener comes every fortnight to mow the grass. He seems like quite an open-minded kind of bloke which is just as well because at that point I also had a savoy cabbage leaf hanging out of my very visible bra (don't ask) and that, combined with the kitchen billowing out black smoke, can't be top of his list of everyday sights.
Yep, think I'm going to have my hands full.
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