The weekend helped enormously and I feel a lot better. We didn't do much special, but it was nice to just be at home without having to rush.

Robyn and I went shopping to buy her some new trousers and amazingly this went much less painfully than expected. She is extremely sensitive to tactile sensations, and is usually totally unable to wear most of the clothes we try on. It's either "too stiff", or "too rubby", or "a bit, you know, scratchy", etc. For about the last year, she has absolutely refused to wear a shirt and a jersey at the same time. One or the other, but not both, because she can't bear the way it feels inside.

Robyn also had a chance to spend her money. (She's quite a little capitalist and has discovered if you're a cute five year old you can make things and adoring adults will buy them from you. So far she's made and sold Christmas gift tags, note paper, and savoury snacks.) She bought a garish ring and also bought one for Lauren. When she got home she drew clues and arranged a treasure hunt for Lauren to find her ring. Lauren had also thought of Robyn while she was out with Peter and bought her some sweets which she hid under Robyn's pillow for Robyn to find when she got home. Nice kids.

On Sunday I decided I couldn't bear my filthy car anymore and set to work vacuuming it out. Then Peter took it to go with Lauren to buy some wire drawers for the playroom cupboards (we need to Daniel-proof the playroom and get all the things with tiny bits out of his reach - Barbie bits, lego, marbles, puzzles, etc, etc, etc). So we want to clean all the non-playroom stuff out of the cupboards and get the toys nicely arranged in there. Also I would like to move Daniel's cot out of our room into the playroom as we are disturbing him in the evening. He often spends half the night in our bed, but he's in his cot for the first part of the evening while we are still up.

Because Peter took my car, I couldn't clean the outside, so vacuumed and cleaned the outside of his (hoping for a fair trade of car cleaning when Peter returned, which did in fact materialise). However I had totally forgotten that Peter's car was going for a service this morning anyway! So I wasted 2 hours cleaning his car for nothing! The best part about having a car serviced has got to be the way it gleams at you, unrecognizeably, when you collect it. What kind of doofus would clean and vacuum their car hours before its service! Well, Peter, for one. He has actually done this before. He's even dragged himself out of bed early on the morning of the service to wash the car. He claims he thought I knew it was going in for a service and was intentionally washing it. I'm trying hard to believe this.