A couple of days ago, I was chatting with Miriam (who was “due” on Monday, we are having a race for last) about pregnancy brain. She has just moved house, and is dealing with unpacking, and getting ready for a baby, and was complaining about being rather too vague to make the job easy.
I, feeling cocky, claimed that my vagueness had dropped off, and that I was feeling pretty good.
Until yesterday, when it took me three tries to get my undies on.
I’m now off to vote, and hopefully will get a chance to visit Alex before I come back to meet our new cleaners – the old ones sacked us because the house had too much fur!
Disco Knitter 