Here, miss.
I'm sitting in front of a warm fire and I've finished reading the dissertation I got to proof-read on a 24/7 basis to help out a fellow mnetter.
It was on a poet I love, and 'twas great to have the oul brain ticking. I got paid too, enough to cover my sisters' Christmas presents so it was a lucky break really.
The short notice meant working till 3am last night and the night before though and dd1 discovered that cbeebies exists outside the 2:15-3pm slot. She was delighted.
DD2 puttered around my feet and peered at the computer, so may now know more about homo-erotic desire in the 19thC than she strictly needs to.
DS was a brilliant shepherd in his school play and sang his songs with his hands stuck deep into his pockets. It must have given him a great boost of 'belonging-ness' because his Cork accent moved up another gear instantly.
After a week of being at crossed purposes last week, it has been a pure good to have things settling down again and to have proper fun.
One of the village families hosts a party in their garden after the school show to raise money for a local hospice appeal. There are hundreds of lights, statues and other figaries as well as a trip to Santy for the small lads. It was so nice to go for a third time and feel at home and like we knew lots of people.
DD2 is just being the most outrageous cutie at the moment. She has finally discovered the word 'no' which she delivers with what the great mn world would recognise as a cat's bum face.
Herself and dd1 were running around holding hands this evening with their handbags on which went well until dd1 speeded up unexpectedly.
I went under huge sufferance to the school's Christmas wreath evening last night. There were only a few of us there but it was brilliant. Really weirdly enjoyable and lots of gossip too.
The massive burden of childcare with little help from dh is set to lift too after we had a conflab and he resigned from his second job in the UK. Not sure when it will take effect but just knowing we will have him around more is wonderful.
So to fill the funding gap, if you know anyone who needs triage for third-level essays, pass them my way.
QOD- way to go on the interview. Fantastic. Go in their with huge enthusiasm and fillet that website further: an interview is like a date with a self-obsessed bloke.
Poppy - rofl, picked myself up and rofl again about the nuns.