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1. The light in my fridge suddenly started working again last night, after being broken for the last three or four months. What's that all about?

2. I've had Small sleeping over for the weekend, and we went into town for lunch yesterday. In the middle of the meal she randomly remarked: "You know my Mum-Joanna? She had the same name as you."
So I was a little thrown, but said: "Yes, nearly the same. I'm Joanna and she was Joanne."
"How old would she be if she hadn't died?"
"She'd be 31, the same as me. Her birthday was the week before mine."
"That's young."
"Yes, it's very sad that she died so young, isn't it?"
"I suppose so."

And that was the end of that. 'Random' is the exact right word to describe how she will suddenly raise the subject of her adoption or birth mother. It's good that she feels able to talk about it, but it does tend to throw you for a curve when it happens!

3. Town was absolutely jam-packed yesterday, with rugby fans over from Ireland, mostly, but also from France, to see the final of the Rugby Union European Cup. Small wanted to know what the teams were called.
"Munster are playing against Toulouse," I explained.
She gave me a funny look. "What do you mean, Munster are going to lose?"

Seriously. It took me five minutes to stop laughing enough to explain. She then spent the rest of the day cracking 'Toulouse are going to lose' jokes. And they did, as well.

4. We had a very disturbed night last night. Some time after midnight, the bloke upstairs came home from the pub with a whole group of friends, all of them extremely drunk and extremely loud. I woke up, and quickly became concerned because I could hear that the front door was still open, and didn't like the sound of their shouting and arguing. This arguing slowly but surely descended into little short of an all-out brawl right on the doorstep, which woke Small, and was increasingly alarming. Especially when one of the guys broke a bottle and started threatening the others with it. In the end I opened my door a crack and yelled that I was calling the police. I probably should have done, and would have if it had gone on much longer. They did start to calm each other down and disperse at that point, but by the time the disturbance finally completely ended it had been going on for over an hour.

5. Small then wet the bed this morning. Nice. Did the fuss last night contribute? Probably, although bed-wetting remains an ongoing issue for her anyway.

6. I can't find my birth certificate anywhere, and am starting to get a little concerned because I've searched the flat from top to bottom, and have got every single other piece of documentation I was ever issued, but the birth certificate isn't where I know I kept it. My Mum is worried that it might have been taken in the burglary two years ago – I've not looked for it since, as I haven't needed it. So now I have to decide whether or not to dig out my crime reference number and report it as stolen to the police. If it was taken, and used for identity fraud, I don't want that on my credit record! But maybe it is still here somewhere, if I keep looking.

7. Where did the sun go?

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1. The light in my fridge suddenly started working again last night, after being broken for the last three or four months. What's that all about?

2. I've had Small sleeping over for the weekend, and we went into town for lunch yesterday. In the middle of the meal she randomly remarked: "You know my Mum-Joanna? She had the same name as you."
So I was a little thrown, but said: "Yes, nearly the same. I'm Joanna and she was Joanne."
"How old would she be if she hadn't died?"
"She'd be 31, the same as me. Her birthday was the week before mine."
"That's young."
"Yes, it's very sad that she died so young, isn't it?"
"I suppose so."

And that was the end of that. 'Random' is the exact right word to describe how she will suddenly raise the subject of her adoption or birth mother. It's good that she feels able to talk about it, but it does tend to throw you for a curve when it happens!

3. Town was absolutely jam-packed yesterday, with rugby fans over from Ireland, mostly, but also from France, to see the final of the Rugby Union European Cup. Small wanted to know what the teams were called.
"Munster are playing against Toulouse," I explained.
She gave me a funny look. "What do you mean, Munster are going to lose?"

Seriously. It took me five minutes to stop laughing enough to explain. She then spent the rest of the day cracking 'Toulouse are going to lose' jokes. And they did, as well.

4. We had a very disturbed night last night. Some time after midnight, the bloke upstairs came home from the pub with a whole group of friends, all of them extremely drunk and extremely loud. I woke up, and quickly became concerned because I could hear that the front door was still open, and didn't like the sound of their shouting and arguing. This arguing slowly but surely descended into little short of an all-out brawl right on the doorstep, which woke Small, and was increasingly alarming. Especially when one of the guys broke a bottle and started threatening the others with it. In the end I opened my door a crack and yelled that I was calling the police. I probably should have done, and would have if it had gone on much longer. They did start to calm each other down and disperse at that point, but by the time the disturbance finally completely ended it had been going on for over an hour.

5. Small then wet the bed this morning. Nice. Did the fuss last night contribute? Probably, although bed-wetting remains an ongoing issue for her anyway.

6. I can't find my birth certificate anywhere, and am starting to get a little concerned because I've searched the flat from top to bottom, and have got every single other piece of documentation I was ever issued, but the birth certificate isn't where I know I kept it. My Mum is worried that it might have been taken in the burglary two years ago – I've not looked for it since, as I haven't needed it. So now I have to decide whether or not to dig out my crime reference number and report it as stolen to the police. If it was taken, and used for identity fraud, I don't want that on my credit record! But maybe it is still here somewhere, if I keep looking.

7. Where did the sun go?