The Very The plan or lack thereof was wake up when the need for tea was too great to stay in bed any longer, tend to thirst and hunger and slouch about the flat in various states of no outside clothes' on-ness and let The Boy roam in his pyjamas from the computer to the television and to the bean bag with a book. The plan went a bit off the rails saturday afternoon when the door bell rang at around half past 3. The Boy was promptly despatched to check who the visitor was and ran down the stairs with all the grace of a baby elephant circa Fantasia. As he trampled down the stairs in his stylish jungle animal jammas, a door opened and a rather surprised estate agent lady blurted out "I knocked first, the agency said I could let myself in if I knocked first". I popped my head round the corner and held back and said "hello" instead of "it might have helped if you'd waited more than 2 and a half seconds between ringing the bell and letting yourself in to give people a chance to answer the door". "Did you not get the message about the viewing", "huh no, can you give me 5 minutes so we can get dressed?". She holds back on the incredulous look while I mutter about trying to call people on the landline if the mobile is switched off being a better way to find out if they are around than leaving a voice mail on said switched off mobile and rush to awake napping MFC. Fast forward 5 minutes and estate agent lady has made her way in with not 1, not 2, not 3 but 4 people in tow, one of whom is bearing a big camera and is snapping away merrily. MFC, the Boy and I have retreated into the living room since it was too late to make a quick escape and MFC declares that my autism is showing. Only one cure for it... a change of plan from indoors lazy to outdoors for beer then a quick trip to New Malden for Korean food to soothe away the the estate agent induced stress. One should never underestimate the power of a dolsot bibimbap and kimchi on the frazzled mind.
Return of the lazyness field
Demanding Important Person has returned home so there's no driving to castles and church (fun as it was to send MFC and The Boy down the dungeon and to have girly moments imagining how great it would be to have so many window seats to chose from to curl up and read and your very own library) and finding alternative mass locations because the service has been canceled.
23.9.07 18:39
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Chz (24.9.07 08:53) And don't forget the effects of kimchi on a frazzled colon! 
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