I was only vacuuming around it, honest, and it just... broke.
Hubs thinks it's due to suppressed anxiety manifesting itself in a physical sense, but, as we all know, I'm totally crap at suppressing anything (in particular burps, but that's another blog post). I think it's all just My Life and The Drama that surrounds it.
Am presently coping with the first wave of in-laws, so far so good, though have been googling symptoms of botulism, Just In Case. Long story, and I'm sure I haven't given them botulism with my nectarine crumble, but one can never be too careful. If The Worst happens, then you never read this, okay?
In other news, am almighty chuffed that a previous blog rant has been featured on kidspots.com.au's Myspot page. Link is here. Just looking at that by-line saying Caitlyn Nicholas makes me go all grin-ny. Have been sending off boastful WOO HOO emails to family and friends all day, most of whom are so under-whelmed that they don't even qualify for the -whelmed bit. Okay so FINE, Mumndad are swanning about on holiday with my Sister (did I get invited? NO - Such Appalling Favouritism) and don't have time in between Devonshire Teas and Pints of Guinness for lengthy congratulatory emails. But I still think a bouquet of flowers and a teary telegram is not too much to expect.