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September 10, 2005
Life? Don’t talk to me about life.
My diary seems to have been incredibly full over the past few weeks, particularly at weekends. So about a month ago when certain members of my family started complaining that I don’t see enough of them I simply ran my finger along my diary and found the first free weekend and booked lunch with my brother on Saturday and the same again with my father on Sunday.
Note to self for future reference; when spotting free weekends in one’s diary it is always with checking the days afterwards too, just in case there is an important piece of work due around that date (like for instance - ooh shall we say - a double length one, worth double marks where absolutely nobody under any circumstances is allowed an extension) and never NEVER let your child nap in the afternoon while guests are still present because a) you will not be able to take advantage of the time and b) said child will STILL be awake at 10:11pm (and counting) c) and besides the guests came to see her just as much as you. Likewise NEVER allow your brother to buy you a pint at lunchtime for however much you convince yourself that the alcohol should have worn off by the time your guest waves his last goodbye, you know that it is never really the case and you will inevitably feel like retiring to bed at around 10:11pm.
Unfortunately cancelling tomorrow is out of the question because we are supposed to be meeting my Dad’s partner for the first time. If I phone now and let them down it will look like a snub.
Just to make my life extra specially worth living Mr. PE is not talking to me because I inadvertently arranged all these gatherings during the cricket. ‘Tis true I sacrificed my own degree just to piss him off because I’m twisted like that.
Oh and for the pedants amongst you who may have noticed the disparity between the time above and the one at the bottom of this post. It was 10:11 when I started writing this but then the PC crashed and lost the whole post. Yep this is the second time I’ve written it but fear not I am used to it because the same thing happened to me last night and that was after the THREE power cuts we had in the afternoon.
At least Littleone has gone to bed in the meantime I suppose.
Ooooh just look at that silver lining. Isn’t it pretty?
*deep breath*
Posted by purple elephant at September 10, 2005 10:44 PM