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Date: 28 January 2007 15:38:37
No, not that one (yet)... Mr Fishsoup has been down on the local register for an allotment for nearly five years now, and he has finally been offered a plot! It's a bit overgrown, but we had a lovely time pottering down there on Sunday afternoon. He dug, I cleared brambles slowly and ponderously). It doesn't feel like it is in London somehow, which is very cheering, and the bonfire smell is nice.
On the bad side of course, this means we can never ever move, which since we don't really have enough room for our growing family is going to be interesting - househunting may have to be confined to about six streets (nice streets, but expensive).
Anyhow, all very good life...
In other news I have had to buy maternity bras and some bigger clothes. It's weird feeling like you're not in control of the size of your body. Ordinarily if I think I'm putting on a bit of weight I just eat less. Now I have no choice but to look like a heffalump. Am looking forward to the day when it looks like a proper bump, not just puppy fat!