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In which I try to get the crazy gang to play doctors so I can lie down, but fail.
I have spent the weekend feeling guilty and trying to make recompense for not being able to be in two places at once, namely playing hotels with bonkers and big girl daughters and playing cards/computer games/talking about the world with rebel daughter. On Saturday afternoon, despite my eyes rapidly closing, I played hotels and Pizza Hut with the smallest members of the family. I had suggested doctors, my favourite game if I get to be the patient who lies down. However, this was cruelly rejected. Instead I managed to mentiong to the hotel manager that I was pregnant and needed a midwife to take my blood pressure so had to lie down. This kind of backfired as bonkers daughter enthusiastically set about listening to my tummy with the stethoscope and shouting down by throat [she thinks this is how the baby hears]. On Sunday, I made the crazy gang some passports and we went on holiday. I got to be stewardess, which seemed to involve making a whole lot of food which I don’t recall being on offer on Easyjet. To make up for it, I had a couple of card games with rebel daughter and took her out to a cafe where she asked me to quiz her about the Olympics. As I could not really recall the names of most of the Olympics team ["that cycling bloke", "the woman from east London who runs fast", "swimmer girl" etc] we didn’t get very far. In fact, I think I started referring rather too enthusiastically to past Olympics and Daley Thompson [I asked what the events were for the decathlon, kind of knowing deep down that I could only remember that they did hurdles, running and shot putting].