Post the second

I've added a few people to my 'watch' list. You are all on mothering.com which is where I found your blogs - hope that's ok. It feels strangely stalkerish. *blush*

Lying feeding babe in the middle of the night my mind floods with ideas of what to write, questions to ask, people to talk to. All of which I have forgotten by morning.

Outside is so bright and clear. I need to go and pull weeds. I'm fiercely reading around online for someone, somewhere to just tell me in simple language what veggies I can plant outside right now. The guy we paid to help us turn our sloping mountain of a garden into several veg patches was also charged with the task of getting hold of a green house for us. He has vanished and we have no green house. Not that I don't trust the guy - he'll be back but I want it now.

My friend and I spoke on the phone. She has completed her MA. I did the same but a year earlier. She has got an A. I got a B. I am very happy for her in one way but part of me is jealous and self critical. Why did I not get an A? It's so interesting how I can slip into giving myself a very hard time about this very quickly.