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Date: 25 November 2008 09:58:22
How come, when my brother wants to visit my son, it's me who ends up sitting with my ear glued to a telephone which is making uninterrupted engaged sounds? Still, at least it gives me chance to sit at my computer catching up with everybody's blogs... if only I didn't feel guilty actually putting the phone down for a few moments to type!
Try again. Oh listen, they're engaged.
I was laughing last night with my sister because for her and for my youngest son I end up reading (or listening to) their letters to my eldest son to check that I think they're all right, and also to advise on things they could say. Then eldest son rings me, reads me the letters, and asks me for advice on what to put in a reply. Once he's written it, he rings again and reads it to me before sending, and then when they receive it, they like to share with me what he's written to them. If ever I give up teaching, I could get a job as a censor!
Hold on, try again... oh listen, they're engaged!
My brother will be visiting this weekend, just a two-night visit. Now here's the decision, do I make my own bed up fresh for him to sleep in (having just done so for a visitor) or do I tackle clearing eldest son's bedroom again, knowing what a mammoth task is ahead of me? (I guess that will in part be decided by how soon I get through on this telephone.. hold on, try again... guess what... yes, engaged). I may do both, actually - get a little bit more bedroom clearance achieved before giving up and remaking my bed... or at least, telling him I've remade my bed and then change the bedding AFTER! This may be the best option actually, seeing as he's already marred my reputation once by spilling red wine on the sheets. Honestly - red wine stains on my bedding and a mountain of bottles in my recycle bin. Anyone would think my family were driving me to drink.... (no comment!)