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Date: 27 April 2004 15:28:11
Now, why am I sitting here typing on the computer, eating Green and Blacks and watching Diagnosis Murder when I could be busy cleaning the lounge floor in anticipation of the arrival tomorrow of my new piano? I seem to have achieved very little today. Now isn't that unusual. Apart from walking to the chemist's to retrieve my overdue tablets - the ones which prevent me turning red and itchy at every touch, so I walked quite quickly actually. Oh, and walking up to the post office to get Dad's road tax disc and post my "not guilty" plea to the court. Hope this doesn't mean I'll have to attend. I could do without a trip to the Midlands midweek as soon as I've started back to school! I suppose I'll have to reform and become a law-abiding citizen.
Conversation with Smudgelet yesterday while looking at a cherry tree:
S: we've got some new cherry trees, haven't we mummy?
M: No, those are strawberry plants.
S: Do strawberries grow on strawberry plants, Mummy?
M Oh no, my love. They grow on cherry trees. Cherries grow on strawberry plants.
S: Hmmm... are you sure? Where do blackberries grow?
M: On apple trees, of course, and apples grow on peach trees.
S: Are you really sure, Mummy?
M: And do you know what grows under gooseberry bushes?
S: No?
M: Babies
Incredulous look from my youngest son followed by a rather puzzled interrogation as to whether I was completely sure or whether I was teasing him. The receptionist at the doctor's where we were at the time asked him whether he doubted me and he said that he wasn't questioning what I said, it was just that....
"I thought they grew in a mummy's womb and came out through her willy, I mean her vagina! "
Then came the further interrogation "You've got two children. Does that mean you used to be married?" Gosh, talk yourself out of that one, Smudgie!
This is the child who has a plan for the visit of the Queen to the Island next month. It's the day after his birthday, and he's decided to write to her and invite her round for a slice of birthday cake (I really ought to tidy up!) in the hope that she'll bring him a present. He did want me to ring directory enquiries and find out her phone number, mind, as it'd be so much easier than having to write. He's quite indignant that she's actually coming to our village while he's at school. Actually, thinking about it, I shall be at school as well. Still, maybe we'll get to wave to here when we go to her house on Sunday.