It's all about periods. They have been getting worse and worse and coming closer and closer together. Last month (about three weeks ago really) and this I had to get Rob to come home from work because I couldn't stand or sit or hold a phone or anything. And tomorrow I go into hospital to get a hormonal coil under general anaesthetic.

I hope it works. Migraines daily for two weeks a month and bleeding heavily for one and then a day or two off and start again isn't a sustainable pattern. I know I coped before I had babies but actually no I didn't, it's just it's easier to half-do everything for a computer job than for children, especially when my half-do is quite, ahahahaha, intense.

Between me keeling over totally (for a while I was able to sit up in bed) and another adult arriving in the house, the children set up softplay in the sitting room! They brought in the Little Tykes slide, got Linnea's trampoline down from her room, and filled the sitting room with cushions and quilts. They are completely wonderful children and also geniuses of the highest order.

I have a faint recollection of suggesting bringing in the slide but I was ill so it's not my fault.