I miss the Romans

And there they were, yesterday, at the Open Air Museum. Ideal opportunity to say thank you, after all. Or 'gratias tibi', should your latin (or your memory) stretch that far. But no, I couldn't go, BECAUSE I HAD A BAD BACK. Jeremy took the kids, while I stayed home and whimpered softly to myself. First coupla hours child free in FIVE WEEKS and everything just hurt too much. Still, some exercises and Ibuprofen later, things are looking, if not actually rosy, at least not so ouchy.

And tonight I have to be able to stand long enough to make Beri's birthday cake for tomorrow. He's decided he really, really doesn't want to be six. Not even a promised pocket money raise is changing his mind. Dunno how we are going to resolve this one. (I got so annoyed with the children's high-pitched shrieking, that I am now fining them a week's worth of money for every shriek. Sid tells me she is glad not to be old enough to get pocket money, as this means she can shriek as much as she wants. Oh frabjous day.)

Oh, and in the event, Jeremy said there were about four Romans. In total.