P is usually acceptable at sleeping now. But last night, this morning, she wanted her covers off, no, covers on, no, my bed, no, her bed, Tiddler on, goodnight again. We are all a little bit ill and unrested.
She woke up properly at 7,
‘I’ve finished my sleep now.’ She said.
And then, spotting the cat asleep on her bed.
‘Oh! Hello Murray. Can I stroke him really gently?’
Today I asked someone (my age? A bit older?) how old her daughter is.
‘8,’ she said.
‘No, not 8, I mean 8 months. 8 and a half months. That would have been a misspent youth if she was 8! Haaahaha.’
‘HA. Yes, ha, imagine.’
Home (to my just about 8 year old)
In the other tab of this web browser, it says ‘uneatest school work ever’ because that’s what he Googled this evening. He did some not very neat work today at school and had to stay in for a few minutes at break time to finish it.
‘That’s so mean!’ I thought, ‘I’m going to bloody take him out of that bloody neat freak school and teach him myself, in a camper van, on the continent!’
I barely had a chance to look up Swift Kon-Tikis on Auto Trader when we talked about it and actually, all is well, I think. He didn’t know what he was doing (NOW! This is when you must ask for help!) and then tried to rectify it, then messed it up (highlighter pen everywhere) and started again.
‘If I didn’t have to stay in, I would have chosen to stay in, to get it right.’ He said.
Then we talked about primary and secondary consumers in food chains and said good night. He’s OK.
The self checkout used to say “select from popular items or look up item alphabetically” and they have changed it to say “select from popular items or have a browse”. You don’t BROWSE WHEN YOU ARE ON A FUCKING SELF CHECKOUT? You’ve already browsed, in the shop. OH, yes, self checkout machine with 200 people queueing behind me, let me just have a browse.