Don't Wish Too Hard.

This dear housekeepers, is what you get when you cross your fingers too hard: your worst nightmare comes true…

So far all is well. Finley has done his second ever wee on the potty (yey!!), the house is twinkly with candles and fairy lights, there is a chicken roasting in the oven and I am curled up on the sofa with the music of the washing machine, a cup of vanilla coffee and a tangerine.

In the words of Daniel Bedingfield, I gotta get thru this.