I'm really tired and it's only 3.30pm. And no one say "I told you so!" Things will be much easier when we move back to our old house and elderly Lyn moves into the adjoining apartment. But for now, I'm sleeping on the floor on a couple of cushions, so I'm getting hardly any sleep at all 'cos it's so uncomfortable. And Lyn is up early and goes to bed late, and the tv is on much of the day and all evening at a higher volume than I can handle. But handle it I must, for the time being. I hope we can move within the month, 'cos any longer and I might go mad with sleep deprivation and tv-induced psychosis. And the weather is crap, too. Bloody hell, I'm getting tired!
Anyway, better snap out of it - Zoe will be home from school soon and will be wanting food. For now, Lyn is just happy reading the newspaper.