40,124 hits yesterday. BTW: I'm still here. Only working in another part of the factory. Still putting in 14 hour days, for little pay, just like my Granddad -- he died of miner's lung too. Now, I've got a hacking cough, and had it for nearly 5 weeks -- time to visit the quack. Feel sure he'll tell me I've programmers' tickle and give me three months to live.

 

 

They'd only just come back from Nannie's. And Amanda thought they'd need feeding, and she needed some piece and quiet. So off I went. Bradley's thick lips look gigantic when he's puckering them for a kiss, as he was doing for me again and again. I tend to ignore everybody else when I'm out with the kids, and so do they. We're in our own little world.

Give yourself a shiny! Just took Bradley and Esme off to Telford on the bus. Bradley's pretty scared. He fell over and bashed his head so many times, but he still wont let me hold his hand. He's also go a scratch about three inches long from his eye down his cheek. Don't know how he got that. Maybe fighting in the old shoe shop. I think a bigger boy whacked him in the toy house as he was trying to get out and the bigger boy wouldn't let his so Bradley started slapping his arm.