We have had a lovely day. I am still feeling utterly rotten, but for the sake of sanity I filled up on cocodamol and we walked into town to The Palmhouse (which, by the way, if you're ever in Weymouth, is THE best cafe ever created - particularly if you have little ones - there's a huge play room where they can run riot whilst you enjoy a scrummy coffee and slice of amazing cake; if you want somewhere you can actually relax whilst the kids have a great time this is it!)
I topped my cocodamol up with caffeine then we headed home to rest up before going back out to watch the fireworks.
I don't know about anyone else, but I blooming love fireworks. In a properly childlike glee kind of way. I just love them. I was really excited about going to see them, and got Jellybean on my side by promising lots of whoosh bang pop crash booms.
On the way there Midget Gem fell asleep in the pushchair (bless) and Jellybean got really excited about the big big fire - but when we got there he was a little underwhelmed.
When the fireworks started Jellybean was - well - even more underwhelmed. He didn't really get the point. Midget Gem slept. Hubby told me, once again, that they were rubbish compared to the fireworks at Disneyland (to which I have never been, the sod).
I had a GREAT time. Seriously. I LOVE fireworks. Love. I grinned and oohed and ahhed and grinned and clapped like a seal. It was brilliant.
Then we came home, cuddled up to watch a DVD and the small people fell asleep on us :-) bliss.