It's not art, it's just life

Apologies to anyone with a queasy disposition viewing this post but some things have to be recorded for posterity. It's probably just as well that smells can't be archived though.

5th March

Haven't had a level 4 Apoocalypse since last Thursday. It happened, of course, in public. Some of the women from my antenatal class had organized a get together to compare babies and smugly decide own offspring is much more advanced/attractive/intelligent exchange experiences and chat. This month in was in Petra's home - an amazing and completely spotless two-storey apartment (in a converted farmhouse with views of the alps and surrounded by scenic countryside, by the by). I can't emphasis how clean and super tidy this house was. There was not one item out of place. No clutter whatsoever. The kitchen worktops were home to a kettle, a soda stream...and that was all! It wasn't even that she'd done an emergency tidy and hidden all the random stuff in one room. I know for sure, because she gave us a tour of all the rooms and they were equally tidy. Unfortunately I wasn't left alone at any time so I couldn't have a rummage in the cupboards and closets but I suspect there would be no mess to rummage through anyway. Now I think of it, there was no wardrobe in the bedroom, she had a walk in closet full of neat rails and precisely folded clothes. Gaaah! It was like a mini Benetton store. 

These pristine surroundings inspired Baby Elaine to a 5 minute performance of red-faced grunting and screeching culminating in what can only be described as a fecal explosion. Changing her was more traumatic than usual as I desperately tried to avoid getting poo on any of the shining surfaces while battling loss of consciousness due to the fumes. Fortunately, Elaine's clothing had soaked up most of the overspill so the floor was saved. Phew.

11th March

What with that meeting, having to work one day in the salon, baby massage class, meeting Heidi and her cute twins, didn't get much else done last week. And I wasn't even procrastinating. Hardly. Above are some scribbles done in a few grabbed minutes in between doing other 'stuff'.