So tired

It's, what?, half ten and I am bloody knackered. Window in bedroom blew open yesterday afternoon and bed got soaked by rain. ( Weather in Dublin odd - went to bed in height of summer and woke to find winter had descended, go figure ). Rain then soaked through bloody floor and, you guessed it, the ceiling. I hate this rented house, I really do. The sooner our house is ready to move back home the better. Anyway, slept in with the eldest chap and the youngest chap climbed in beside us at 5.20 this morning. Then bloody H's bloody alarm clock went off at 6.30. All of us, bar D (still in Brussels ) have been up since 6 bloody 30. Actually, the boys hit bed at 8 but I have only just finished ironing. And cleaning the floors and am contemplating leaving dishes to go into dishwasher until tomorrow to load. How lazy is that?
Got great recipe for Lemon Cheesecake, going to take it with me when I go to Birmingham on Thursday. Shall arrive with ingredients and tin and will make for Friday tea!
Met Anna at playground at 6 and she brought three of her boys and then borrowed two and my three made eight!! All the other mammies ( mostly of girls ) looked on in horror as ours ran mental. It was like a guinness book challenge "How many kids can you fit on a slide/roundabout/swing at once". Tried to work out when was the best moment to step in and stop the fun? But how do you gauge that? When it looks like a child is about to lose a leg?? We agreed that we would let them carry on and would intervene when other parents started to look panicked. A woman told me they were like a group of lions . . . ?
Arse, youngest awake and howling. Up to bed.
Oh, joke. Where do you find a dog with no legs?
Answer. Exactly where you left it.