Two out of three children have gone back to school today. The new house remains a hopeless mess and I have decided that the only way to make progress is to change my calm, buddhist-like exterior for a mad, axe-wielding, deranged, mad woman cloak – think that ought to get desired results.
I have been on the phone all morning to my very over-exited brother all about his new girlfriend. She seemed lovely and more importantly thought my children were the nicest kids she had ever met and liked me too. Consequently I think she’s fab. She comes from a suitably dysfunctional family, including a gay father!! How cool is that?
He is still going on about how great it was that he took my advice to lunge. She was just about to snog another man and he thought it’s now or never. She’s even commented on how fortunate it was, because that opportunity would not have come up again. They had gone to a nightclub – he wasn’t allowed in because he was wearing trainers. So what he did was go round the corner and persuade a tramp to sell him his shoes for £30.00. He put his trainers back on when he got in, lunged successfully in a completely drunken manner and as they left, returned the shoes to the tramp. A win win situation all round.
