oh, yes, rosa, forgot to ask about your dad, hope he's better.
My parents are still relatively young, but when i'm back there I'm suddenly a teenager again, treated and made to feel like one anyway. I do help with the chores, but unfortunately there's tension from a marriage that should have ended years ago, or could have been saved years ago had they or my gran moved out. then there's my 24yo sis going on 13, treating the house as a hotel (I mean, in 4 wks I was there I think she slept at home 5-6 times, stayed in 3 nights, the rest spent out partying/on the phone/sleeping on the couch, behaving like a spoilt brat really. and then the arguments between the 3 of them, me trying to stay out of it (got burnt a few times by trying to intervene, especially when I said that mum and sis are exactly the same so there'll always be attrito), I am constantly walking on egg shells. then I feel guilty for longing for london, so I feel homesick and want a house there so I can be close but avoid the wars (and have a place 3 times the size of this with a football pitch for a garden)... vicious circle really
oh, well, might go and view a 6 bed house next week, really need to move out before I go insane in this hole!
uniforms, don't get me started. ok, they come out of the washing machine virtually dry, but why oh why have those trousers!?!? t-shirts always look grey and have you checked the shoes? thick hard black rubber! winter is the worst though. at least girls can wear tights under skirts and dresses. I sent mum on a hunt for white long-sleeve polo shirts for ds and made him wear tights under his trousers (luckily he felt too cold to complain) last winter
should really carry on with the un-packing but keep on getting side-tracked by the grey dust covering everything (feeling a bit less impressed by the conservatory..)
sorry about the rant, just in a ranty mood, and now dd's waking up and must go