Should breastfeeding mothers wear alcohol-inhibiting ankle bracelets?
I went out for a girls night this weekend with my new local crew. Keith and I don't like to leave the house much these days. We prefer to play banjo and write up the times our neighbours enter and leave the street in a little log book.
I had a really, really good time, but I did wake up with some drinkers remorse.
A few glasses of red, and I've made two obscene speeches. Like, really obscene. And also, bizarre. My friends in Sydney were out on at the same time. Reports in from that gathering have it ending with two friends photographing their genitals and then asking passers-by to rate the photos.
Possibly, Coledale got off lightly. Also, the wedding could be interesting. I might rethink the plans for video.
But get this - next morning, Teddy woke me for a feed at 7am, then went back to sleep in our bed, and he and Ivy didn't wake again until 9.30! They've never done that! How did they know Mummy had the Shiraz-flu?