On a happier note

On Sunday, Jiiiiim! was kind enough to provide a reason to put off the packing I had no intention of doing anyway. I am looking forward to his next trip to the Capital - with ukulele this time of course, although he might be less keen to encounter Mushroom Man again aka The Boy after Krispy Kreme doughnuts and soft drinks.

He also provided the opportunity for my favourite Canuck to distract me with  enough beer to allow him to coax some food down my throat for which my stomach was grateful. 
5.2.07 19:53


Not a virtous circle, at all.

Stress = sore stomach

Sore stomach =  erratic eating

Erratic eating = all over BG + high levels of grumpyness

Very grumpy = all offers of help in dealing with the cause of the stress will be turned down and met with a "I can manage" ora a "I don't need you" despite knowing full well the help would be be good.

4 days before the move. Only 5 boxes are packed and I can't seem to even get started. The van has not been booked and boy does antacid taste nice today.

 

 
5.2.07 19:53


Deja vu

Guess what... not moving for a bit.

Eviction is one slow process indeed.

 
6.2.07 22:34


I laugh in the face of adversity ahahahahaha

Well not really but things are looking up after a big attack of teh blergh TM. So since this week I am trying to be looking at things in a positive way the entry will be as follows:

The move is still an age away. I have another month's worth of packing time and there is now a firm date when I shall be moving in after the bailiffs have done their duty and the locksmith has changed the locks.

I am facing reduncy. I now have a good reason for no sentimentality involved when I start procrastinating looking for jobs closer to the future new address.

I am going to get soaked walking up and down the high street in the name of homework. I am going to be spending quality mummy/son time and exploring our surroundings in a pedagogically sound project. Ok not really, I cannot be *that* enthusiastic at having to cram in the half term homework tomorrow  evening just because  it's about  our local high street so The Boy could not work on it while he was away at his grandparents' in France during the half term holiday. Even in wild fits of non teh blergh TM I can't see the appeal of dragging The Boy down the High Street after dark (it's after 6 by the time he has been picked up from after school club). Who knows, I might be proved wrong.

In other news:

  • I have bought some new school shoes for The Boy this evening and they are the exact same size as my shoes. At least I have had plenty of warning this was on the way since we have been borrowing each other's socks for a while.
  • My Favourite Canuck, The Boy and I didn't see any horny men at the Horniman Museum , but we saw pictures of stuffed polar bears and a stuffed jackass penguin.
  • Crystal Palace Park and its dinosaurs make a nice change from Bushy Park and its deer on a Sunday.


 
26.2.07 21:58


Note to self

The camelia in the garden is wrong. Just because it has decided to bloom a couple of weeks ago it is not spring yet.

Trusting camelias to gauge how much clothing should supplement rather lightweight work top when going to the high street to accompany The Boy on his homework data collection quest is not clever.

Even I will start feeling the cold after half an hour of standing in the wind in February without a coat waiting for The Boy to write down the name of each shop.

Camelias are foolishly optimistic bushes.

 
27.2.07 19:57


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