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  1. Issy has a runny nose. She was a lot easier to mop up after when she wasn't mobile. Now her nose is running and I'm chasing. Sheesh.
  2. Last night, Isabelle paused while running around to march in place, and Jules said, "Ooh. Dressage. Impressive." Funny dancing horse baby.
  3. Today: no baby, no Jules, just me, my hangover, and my injured rotator cuff. Love mommies' night out. Hate mommy's day after.
  4. Tonight: mommies on the town at Annie's. Look out, Kew green. Lock up your chardonnay and hide the profiteroles.
  5. Cocktail of the week: Christmas Pudding Martini (from LivingEtc). Whiskey, Nocino, Cointreau, honey and double cream. Mmmmm.
  6. Just found a genuine Eero Saarinen tulip side table at a Hanwell junk shop for £10. It lives in my living room now. Score!
  7. Only four days until Halloween! Hooray, hooray!
  8. In Hyderabad, preparing for the first lamb biryani of the trip.
  9. Astonished to see Isabelle snacking on habanero pepper from plant moved inside for winter. Almost as astonished as Isabelle was. Yowch! Hot!
  10. Received 2 cryptic items of personal correspondence this morning. Mystery Monday it is. Where's Miss Marple when you need her?
  11. I'm annoyed that the Royal Mail is going on strike. Don't send anything to me. It won't get here.
  12. Well done Booker Winner Hillary Mantel! http://bit.ly/2tyO5t
  13. Quote of the day: "Looks like Daddy picked out that outfit for you!"
  14. Took myself out for a "girl day" Wednesday & came home w/ holes in my feet & food poisoning. Hrmph.
  15. My 150 allium bulbs just arrived in the mail. What was I thinking?
  16. @decor8 at Thanksgiving! I guarantee you'll be feeling the pinch trying to find turkey in Germany at the end of November.
  17. One nerine lily, nursed through summer & just about to flower; mowed down by slugs. I HATE THEM. Die, slugs, die!
  18. ISABELLE IS WALKING.
  19. Trying to keep my head above water; I'm neck deep in AS Byatt's new book, and watching Isabelle play dress up with the clothes off the line.
  20. My ear is still humming, although it's humming more tunefully than previously. What's that you say? There's no foghorn in this room? Wha?