Grumpy

Its 6.25am on a Friday morning. I've been awake for an hour. Its raining. It was raining when I went to bed at 10.30pm, it was raining when I woke up briefly at 2am, and it was raining when I came downstairs to get Sam's bottle at 5.30am. Its no wonder that I am grumpy.

We have mushrooms on our lawn, its so wet. And courtesy of my mum's expert gardening knowledge, I now know that there's no chemical way of getting rid of mushrooms and that I just have to pick them and bin them as they appear. And there's loads of them. I also know that if they are fairy ring mushrooms, they'll destroy my lawn and we'll have to have to relaid, just six weeks after it was put down. And they're poisonous.

God, I'll be out all summer picking mushrooms out of my lawn. Fantastic. No wonder I am grumpy.