Keep bleeding

 A fortifying breakfast seemed to be in order, having almost fainted in the shower this morning.

I gave blood yesterday for the first time since having the boys. It's something I used to do regularly, but what with pregnancy, birth and babies, I've only just got myself together to go back.  I've never had any problems donating in the past, so this morning was a bit of a shock. I suppose you have to expect some changes with (cough) age (cough). Oh, and the fact that my children are bleeding me dry every waking minute of the day. But let's not go there.

Johnny's favourite song on the radio at the moment is Bleeding Love by Leona Lewis. But I don't think he has grasped the subtle art of metaphor.

Johnny: Mama, if she keep keep bleeding, she gonna be dead!