Right now I should be preparing for a job interview that is happening tomorrow (and is going to keep me awake tonight). Instead I am messing around with another Caribbean post (don’t worry, I am coming to the end of the holiday). Day 7 was a slow starting day, which was a good thing as …
It has been a few weeks of ailments around here; both Smalls and First Born have had bugs, actually I think Golden Boy was a bit unwell as well…, Biggy had a painful tooth brutally removed and has really suffered, I have managed to give myself a stomach ulcer, ouch, and poor old Grandpa had …
Last week I had to pretend like a grown up; pay attention, nod my head, look confident and responsible. Sounds like I was in a very important meeting, like a job interview, but it was just a parents evening. In fact two parent evenings; one night for Golden Boy, the next for Smalls, one about his preparation …
In between the children, cleaning and staring dazedly into space there has been some reading: Misery – Stephen King Misery Chastain was dead. Paul Sheldon had just killed her – with relief, with joy. Misery had made him rich; she was the heroine of a string of bestsellers. And now he wanted to get on …
A little bit more Caribbean diary: So on day four I opened curtains to a beautiful sunny day, there were a few clouds but I was positive that it was going to be a dry one – we had not saved and planned and dreamed about this holiday for it to be a soggy one! – …
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