I'm not superstitious, but I should have known, it being Friday the 13th and tipping it down with rain, that the day wasn't going to turn out as planned!

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My elder son now appears to have passed his germs onto his younger brother: two ill young children to deal with instead of one, great!

Apart from breaking up arguments, I've also spent the day trying to convince my elder son that I do know better than him how to make biscuits and rice crispie cakes! Despite this, I was still forced to concede/compromise and add colouring to the shortbread so it ended up looking like it had bogey green flecks. Delicious!

Then I took the children into town by car to pick up a few desperately needed groceries (I was beginning to feel like old Mother Hubbard!). Only my blood sugar dropped too low to drive back immediately, so I had to sit in the car waiting, with two children saying: "Can we go now, Mum?" about once every 30 seconds!

Anyway, you can imagine why I haven't worked on my third resources poetry submission today. Even though I'm not a superstitious person, I think that would have been a little too much like tempting fate!