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Date: 01 January 1970 00:59:59
In half an hour a friend's daughter is turning up for an emergency German lesson before her oral next week. I don't want to be bothered, yet I know how important it is to her.
Things have gone a bit pear shaped at the moment. I can't say more, but a problem that has always been around and involves the kids has just got a sight worse. Had a real heart to heart with them about it tonight, which was exhausting, and I am still not sure how they will cope with it. Not sure how I'm coping with it, to tell the truth.
Dad had an op on his nose yesterday and is suffering from being battered, bruised and cut about. Looks like he's been in a pub brawl. Poor thing - I counted 16 stitches in his nose. It's itchy and sore and he's not allowed to get it wet for seven days, which means he's not shaving and can't wash properly. And his new car has been delivered today, so I have all the paperwork to read.
And to top it all, Smudgelet was messing about in the changing rooms at swimming, I gave him a tap on the backside to draw his attention to what he was supposed to be doing as we were in a hurry, and got a lecture on child rearing from two women there. Maybe he didn't deserve a smack, but it was all I needed to have someone else interfering at that point, especially as we're having a phase of him not doing as he's told and testing the boundaries. I also had a lecture from the swimming teacher because we hadn't turned up for a few weeks (Easter holidays when I didn't realise there were still lessons, illness and Smudgelet being sent to bed for being naughty). I feel thoroughly reprimanded and want to curl up in bed with a good book and hide!
Surely something good has happened today?
Ah yes, the WightMeet photos are finally up because strathclydezero saw me in my distress (the website I was using just wasn't up to coping with them!) and put them on his site for me. I found the perfect soppy sorry card to send to my friend who had waited so long for his letter that he wrote and told me he was afraid he'd upset me and would not write again! I had a natter with my sister on the phone about nice things. I ate some chocolate!
There you go. As an email I had yesterday told me, I can choose whether to moan that roses have thorns or celebrate that thorns have roses. I love roses.
Gosh, must go and change the water in my roses!