Would you like the good news first or the bad news?
Good news is, i have finally finished my Masters in Writing.
The bad news is, now i am the Master, and as you may be aware, Mr Bodysoluble is a Doctor.
For this reason, and for the sake of the Multiverse, we have decided that we need separate Tardises. Ten years of marriage has been pretty good but it’s time for both of us to move on. We have reached this difficult decision carefully and after vast amounts of discussion and time, and hope we will continue to remain as friendly as can be expected, as we go our separate ways to explore the rest of time and space.
OK so I’ll drop the kids off Friday afternoon. See you then, drive safe!
Onward, to the next adventure…
From now on, the collective noun for my children is a “squabble”.
No you did not. Oh ho ho ho I did so. Oh no she did not. Oh ho ho ho ho she did so. Oh ho you give that back right nnnneeeeeoooooww. Oh whoa now not nnnneeeoooow. Oh hhhyeahs you will or I’m telling. Nuh Uh, I didn’t even. Yeh huh, you completely did, I saw it. Um-ma, you’re told on by mum.
Today I had to sew polyester. I hate sewing polyester.
“Well, you need to live where you live. Because if you don’t live where you live, then you might miss out.”
Pictured: being four.
She could easily teach me a thing or two.
So we’ve basically all been sick for the last 5 months, in various combinations. This week, I’m not sick, but everyone else is. Here is a picture of how happy this makes me.
If they ever get around to publishing a pamphlet on motherhood, can I suggest that this should be the cover.
So we moved house last week. Again. As if packing it all up isn’t a drag, now I have to unpack it all again.
Go Go Gadget Enthusiasm!
This is like housework times a million. I also got flu in the middle of the move, so you can just about imagine how perky and motivated I aren’t. So far I’ve unpacked the tissues and the paracetamol. So I’m done for now. 😛
I’ve been playing around with my mixer tap, trying to get the right temperature water to come out of it. This is quite tricky, so I drew a map of its temperate zones to as a sort of quick-reference guide to finding the setting I want.
Somewhere a sociopathic designer is laughing at me.
As if I needed a reason to hate washing dishes. Sigh.