Wednesday 26th July
I have fallen rather behind with the blog (as well as the housework!) this week, due to the increased workload of normal household, plus 2(x5!) You do the math!
I think that today must have been an ordinary day for this week, with Pony Club, nursery followed by lunch and pool etc. Another Mcflurry, as behaviour was if not quite exemplary, then at least it was bearable.
p.s. I forgot a rather disturbing incident involving another lost (or so I thought) stinky punto key. Several angry words exchanged with Hop, which I hate to say were very true, as I hadn't had the spare copied. Big panic, big sweat as I ransaked the house. Went to check the binbag in the basura, and as I didn't have a key for this room either i managed to get locked in. (A dark and smelly unpleasant little room, with wheelie bins of household refuse ponging away.)I had to bang on the door, and was near freaking point when I was let out by a rather bemused lady.
Anyway to cut a longer story than I would have prefered short, the key turned up eventually, underneath the rug in the living room. It was the last place I looked, partly because I had to clear a large amount of detritus thoughtfully placed there by the two youngest inhabitants, before I could see it, let alone look under it.
As my brother later said on the phone it is a case of working out what is important and necessary, and what is not when you've got lots of things that you should do. Only trouble is, it only becomes important to copy the key when you no longer have one, because you lost it. Anyway, 'nuff said, and I have learned my lesson now.
I think that today must have been an ordinary day for this week, with Pony Club, nursery followed by lunch and pool etc. Another Mcflurry, as behaviour was if not quite exemplary, then at least it was bearable.
p.s. I forgot a rather disturbing incident involving another lost (or so I thought) stinky punto key. Several angry words exchanged with Hop, which I hate to say were very true, as I hadn't had the spare copied. Big panic, big sweat as I ransaked the house. Went to check the binbag in the basura, and as I didn't have a key for this room either i managed to get locked in. (A dark and smelly unpleasant little room, with wheelie bins of household refuse ponging away.)I had to bang on the door, and was near freaking point when I was let out by a rather bemused lady.
Anyway to cut a longer story than I would have prefered short, the key turned up eventually, underneath the rug in the living room. It was the last place I looked, partly because I had to clear a large amount of detritus thoughtfully placed there by the two youngest inhabitants, before I could see it, let alone look under it.
As my brother later said on the phone it is a case of working out what is important and necessary, and what is not when you've got lots of things that you should do. Only trouble is, it only becomes important to copy the key when you no longer have one, because you lost it. Anyway, 'nuff said, and I have learned my lesson now.
posted by claire at 12:11 PM
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