How are all the invalids?
Utterly insane 48 hours here.
Geller turned up, demanded I buy a house with a big garden, claimed he would have to go part time if the girls get into the secondary school I like (so he can do the school run twice a week!), asked how to deal with DD1’s behaviour and I told him to look at his own before he looked at hers, which went down like the proverbial lead balloon. He has capped off a week of being an all time SHIT by telling the children tonight that they aren’t going on holiday this summer. The holiday that HE was uninvited from. We’re trying to rearrange it for May next year and he’s fucking told them before it’s even been confirmed.
DD2’s hand is ok, not broken thankfully, she’s been a superstar. Back to hospital to have it redressed (I’m taking her, put off Devon for a night, I don’t trust him) and then I’m off. Bags packed.
Antibiotics making me hungry not sick, I’ve had a munchy day today, but I did do a 5.25 mile run. Whilst running we were talking about books and my running buddy said she’d always wanted to go to Guernsey ever since I lent her The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society. I said me too - so we’re going. This summer. Camping.
I’ve also booked Cornwall, 3 nights. And got the car fixed.
I’m on a roll! Oh, and I’ve had my hair cut. Can be observed from time to time sneaking admiring glances at self.
How’s everyone else doing? Any more major injuries to report? Hope everyone on the mend.