woken by enthusiastic child talking about building, "yes dear, bricks are very strong, that true its amazing...."
stumble out of bed, make breakfast, try ot drink some water but can only manage half a cup.
wash breakfast dishes, open curtains, put on radio, chat mindlessly to child
stretch
muscles aching from yesterdays exertions so decide to have rest, put on DVD, snuggle up with child hae a pleasant doze. wake up when postman come in the gate,pleasat repartee with postie, back to sofa feeling sore and sorry for self,watch some athletics repeat until midday
make lunch, find lunch was too spicy and make alternative
watch more athletics
call friend, realise im ill equipped an under preapred for impending school term
immediately order some school jumpers, motherly duties fulfiiled
play guess who, teach child 'i dont like mondays' and 'anything you can do i can do better'
hope child doesnt grow up to be john barrowman
put child in garden, make a few calls
dinner
get email from mother, another favour graciously bestowed after laborious phone conversation, which im paying for of course
put child to bed
wonder what to do with evening then do nothing but eat chocolate watch telly and feel stiff and sorry for self. also feel sick from the chocolate
