Last Friday, Ryan developed conjunctivitis (evidence suggests that he picked it up at playgroup). We picked up eye drops from the doctor and he's missing all his playgroup/toddler group stuff until next Friday. This meant Bea went on her own yesterday. However, last night, it was clear she had it too so I've collected a second prescription and she's going to miss everything until next Tuesday. They've both had red eyes (Ryan now doesn't - but still has to complete his course of eye drops) and I've felt sorry for them as much for missing their groups as for feeling poorly.
However, I've also felt sorry for
me. I'm going to miss both my free mornings this week, 'cos one or other of them was/will be home. I've been up and down the cold high street to the doctor and the chemist. I've endured the twins in the doctor's waiting room for half an hour (stopping them from bothering other patients was a full time job) and I've had to fight to get every single dose of eye drops in (two twins, both eyes, four times a day). And I'm still not sure whether to take just Ryan to the birthday party at the weekend (Bea will still be infectious). Grrr.
Before the week of illness, I had a fun twin-free Saturday afternoon/evening which
secretrebel has
already mentioned.
frax's Orange and Lemon Refrigerator cake was yummy and
weird. Sort of a cross between mousse and cheesecake. I think it makes a very good citrus summer cake/pudding -
frax does the book suggest suitable occasions for its cakes?
Following this, my parents were over Monday. Quite apart from it being nice to see them, and nice to see toddler-walkers, they brought over Christmas presents from Uncle
chrestomancy. Both the twins now have long-sleeved t-shirts with glow-in-the-dark dinosaurs on them. Plus hooded tops. I got a wonderful, long, black, velvet skirt with a patterned white-and-black hem and a navy blue summer dress.