Last night was a rough night.  When I was finally falling asleep, at close to 5am, I was beginning to hear those special bird sounds that you only hear just before dawn, when I am often getting up to chase a pony through a lens.  Jessica woke me only about 2 hours later, with a spikey fever of 39.5 degrees after that, and her tummy feeling sick.  Thankfully there has been no more vomiting and I've managed to get the fever down again.  Heath got up, saw the bucket with Jessica by the lounge, and asked me with genuine fear in his voice what was wrong with Jessica.  I swiftly reassured my diabetic son, who like me is so frightened of him being laid low with a vomiting attack, that it was just due to the fever and that I was sure the vomiting was viral.  He circled warily, like a suspicious cat, and went and sat at the table instead. I've just cleaned my bathroom, and emptied everything out of it.  Of course the bath and vanity will need cleaning again, as will the shower.  I&

I started the morning, as I often do lately, with a cup of tea in my kitchen stool. When I say down my eyes glanced over and immediately spotted the missing item Jessica and I were hunting high and low for last night. Tucked up against my aging oven, and only visible when I was sitting on my little stool.  I am finding myself there too often at the moment.  I guess I feel like today I achieved a bit, and that's a good thing.  I packed up most of the contents of my tiny and annoying bathroom.  And slipped out to get more boxes.  Evan was going to come and take my bed apart (he made it) on Thursday, but in a change of plans, he came today with Fenella, so that saw me finishing off my room in a hurry.  I only have my dresses to pack now.  I've hardly been going out lately, and recently seem to only wear something pretty at the track.  Magic Millions will be hot, and standard attire seems to be shorts and tshirts, so I doubt I have much call for fancy clothes between now and w