The biz
This morning everyone was up before 8 am, and that included Peter, which was impressive seeing how he slept at like 2 am. I was, of course, making breakfast and doing the laundry, and Ghin arrived down. Sleep still smudged all over his tiny wee face, with his THREE teddies now. Oisin was up but sort of just lolling about and while they eventually got down and were having breakfast of pancakes and Muttella, as Ghin calls it, Peter arrived like Athena, fully clothed and ready to do a day's work. It's not like i'm complaining but i do enjoy my mornings pottering about and listening to music, mostly the same damn tracks over and over again. But ... anyhow. Oisin got his long division in, and then began to ask me if he could play the Xbox, and one LOOK from me silenced him because not only was he only thinking about the Xbox, he also was just neglecting his pets. Everytime people mention a dog, I point to the rabbit hutch which i more or less single handedly maintain and say, No, because, Exhibit A.
It's not like i won't want a dog. I would prefer a CAT of course, but a dog sounds like i might quite like it, however it is CRUEL to take on a dog if you're not going to be home all day. Nope. No dogs allowed.
I then sent him to SPAR at 8 am to get carrots for the pets, after him complaining that we had none. Well Oisin you have feet. Go get them. Then after that we started painting his room and that was FUN. It was so fun that i didn't really want it to end. But i have gotten wise in my old age and have decided that i shall do DIY in an unambitious way. i.e. like one hour a day until the thing is done. In that way we sustain the interest and it doesn't become a chore. It is a fun thing. And it was fun. We listened to 6 Music and Oisin and i boogied our way to getting the one wall done. We also did the masking tape thing and the draping the furniture thing which i was immensely proud of. And i assisted him rather than the other way round. It was a true joint effort. And he is dead handy with a claw hammer, paint brush and other tool cupboard type inhabitants, which i am immensely grateful to the school and Luke for.
After THAT it was Xbox and then lunch and then clearning up and now i'm just chillin. I might just take a utterly indulgent nap and then start doing the bedclothes. I recycled the really old duvet covers as dustsheets. It felt quite good. I think i will just have to continue this DIY-ing for the rest of the year. I just enjoy it too much. Sad, i know.
It feels like this holiday won't ever end, and in some ways i don't want it to end. But in some others i wll be glad to get back to some kind of routine. Although one could say that that did begin yesterday. Right... off to do some correspondence. I love that word, correspondence. I feel all Jane Austeny when i use it. And i am soooo desperate from some hardcore CULTURE. Not like post modern culture, but hardcore Shakespeare or William Thackery, or you know, something that makes you feel stupid and inadequate as a human being. That belittles your abilities, but in so doing challenges and inspires you to be so much more than you are. I just love that. I think i might look at exhibitions coming up in London and book myself on them. Yes, that is what this year will be. I have one year's worth of savings to delight in... must start doing that now.
It's not like i won't want a dog. I would prefer a CAT of course, but a dog sounds like i might quite like it, however it is CRUEL to take on a dog if you're not going to be home all day. Nope. No dogs allowed.
I then sent him to SPAR at 8 am to get carrots for the pets, after him complaining that we had none. Well Oisin you have feet. Go get them. Then after that we started painting his room and that was FUN. It was so fun that i didn't really want it to end. But i have gotten wise in my old age and have decided that i shall do DIY in an unambitious way. i.e. like one hour a day until the thing is done. In that way we sustain the interest and it doesn't become a chore. It is a fun thing. And it was fun. We listened to 6 Music and Oisin and i boogied our way to getting the one wall done. We also did the masking tape thing and the draping the furniture thing which i was immensely proud of. And i assisted him rather than the other way round. It was a true joint effort. And he is dead handy with a claw hammer, paint brush and other tool cupboard type inhabitants, which i am immensely grateful to the school and Luke for.
After THAT it was Xbox and then lunch and then clearning up and now i'm just chillin. I might just take a utterly indulgent nap and then start doing the bedclothes. I recycled the really old duvet covers as dustsheets. It felt quite good. I think i will just have to continue this DIY-ing for the rest of the year. I just enjoy it too much. Sad, i know.
It feels like this holiday won't ever end, and in some ways i don't want it to end. But in some others i wll be glad to get back to some kind of routine. Although one could say that that did begin yesterday. Right... off to do some correspondence. I love that word, correspondence. I feel all Jane Austeny when i use it. And i am soooo desperate from some hardcore CULTURE. Not like post modern culture, but hardcore Shakespeare or William Thackery, or you know, something that makes you feel stupid and inadequate as a human being. That belittles your abilities, but in so doing challenges and inspires you to be so much more than you are. I just love that. I think i might look at exhibitions coming up in London and book myself on them. Yes, that is what this year will be. I have one year's worth of savings to delight in... must start doing that now.
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