I'm still alive...

Said the small voice from the bottom of the well.

I started working on Tuesday. I am absolutely shattered. I'm having some other trouble that I hope to discuss once it's sorted out. I am loving looking after kids (two of them, to be accurate, and they're generally brilliant) but 2 hours of frisbee on Wednesday and then bike-without-stabilisers on Thursday and I'm jiggered.

It's been a long week, but we're moving into the new house on Tuesday.

And then, my friends, the real fun begins...

A job! A job!

I got myself a job!

That is all.

Well, actually, about a million things have happened this week, but I'll tell you all about them at a later date.

Promise!

Upshot: I am now working in childcare. Oh yes. Go me!