Plus ça change, et plus c'est la même chose
It's great google, isn't it? French quote, perfectly spelt for me...
I salvaged old photos of myself when i was about 3 days old and Oisin when he was about 3 years old and i was amazed how much we looked like Ghin. The same impish expressions, the same laugh, the same frown and the same sleeping faces.
I also put all my old diaries up in the attic where i will probably never see them again. But i could not bear throwing them away. I can't find one diary now - one which i really hoped i would have in the diary box. It's a big puzzle. Where could it have gone? I will endeavour to look for it.
Could i have been so emotional? Why was i so emotional? What horrors do my own children have in store for me? I remember one summer listening to Mozart Requiem and bursting into tears! Why did i do that? Actually i still burst into tears when i hear songs that make me cry, and i did recently think that Bach was god...so yeah, the more things change...
I'm off to IKEA again, for the second time in two days. I do this though you know, get a real bee in the bonnet about IKEA and visit it twice a day for a short spate of time. I'm going to get some frames for photos and i should do it now, before ths kids get back. And i'm going to get the matteress. I've decided which one it is. And it fits the bed.
I should hoover before i go.
In that way i'll be able to get Oisin on the way back. And then, this evening i think i might go for a film.
Yes, life is good.
I salvaged old photos of myself when i was about 3 days old and Oisin when he was about 3 years old and i was amazed how much we looked like Ghin. The same impish expressions, the same laugh, the same frown and the same sleeping faces.
I also put all my old diaries up in the attic where i will probably never see them again. But i could not bear throwing them away. I can't find one diary now - one which i really hoped i would have in the diary box. It's a big puzzle. Where could it have gone? I will endeavour to look for it.
Could i have been so emotional? Why was i so emotional? What horrors do my own children have in store for me? I remember one summer listening to Mozart Requiem and bursting into tears! Why did i do that? Actually i still burst into tears when i hear songs that make me cry, and i did recently think that Bach was god...so yeah, the more things change...
I'm off to IKEA again, for the second time in two days. I do this though you know, get a real bee in the bonnet about IKEA and visit it twice a day for a short spate of time. I'm going to get some frames for photos and i should do it now, before ths kids get back. And i'm going to get the matteress. I've decided which one it is. And it fits the bed.
I should hoover before i go.
In that way i'll be able to get Oisin on the way back. And then, this evening i think i might go for a film.
Yes, life is good.
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