Dear Dino,
After our day in the big city, the nine year old is even grumpier today – doesn’t want to pack for his holiday skiing in French Alps, just wants to do something exciting. I explained that going on holiday was exciting but he couldn’t see it. Brunette has taken him to pony club thing this morning with her mother then they’ll come back for lunch and t’other nanna will arrive to take him away (I’ve not been told for how long yet but I expect to be put in the picture in due course).
Once we got back from t’smoke last evening we watched a Narnia DVD thing to settle them before bed and consequently we weren’t woken until after 7:30 this morning. Nine year old didn’t want to eat breakfast because it was boring. He didn’t want to wash or brush his teeth because it was boring. Getting dressed was too boring. Getting his pony club gear together was boring and waiting for Grandma to arrive was even more boring. Getting piles of clothes from the wardrobe and putting them on his bed ready to be packed was boring and he was too bored to do up his pony club tie. Apparently winding the three year old up wasn’t boring, but me putting soap in his mouth for swearing at his mother was the last straw and he was too bored to even exist and just sat in his room with hoodie and dark glasses on whilst spitting bits of soap into his bin. Grandma arrived bringing armfuls of toys left at her place during our last visit and then they left to watch nine year old horse riding.
Three year old and I are now watching StarWars episode 2 and raiding the cupboard for biscuits and sweets.
Brunette keeps pointing out jobs in the local paper – “driving for the elderly”, school caretaker, supermarket trolley collector, leaflet deliverer etc etc. I would like to be a park keeper with a leaning towards robotics but there don’t seem to be any of those jobs about (I could even supply my own shed, wellies, deckchair and kettle).
How come the ALF dislike zoos but next door can keep rabbits and budgies in their own private petting compound? I leant over the fence the other day and said how the kids loved the animals – “it’s like having their own petting zoo” I said “and its cheaper than visiting a real zoo” “No” she said, “zoos are bad”. I stood in silence for a moment looking at their wire and concrete compound, then went, and leant on our other fence to see what the other neighbour was up to.
I’m going to be squeezing filler into various gaps around the house today – but am not allowed to sand anything down as it makes too much mess…
Catch up later
D
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