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Date: 05 April 2004 16:47:23
How could he? How could an invalid six-year-old have the audacity to beat his mother repeatedly at 3D noughts and crosses? I got my revenge with four-in-a-row, though, which'll teach him to tangle with me. The best game of the lot was "squeezed out". It's a flat square box with a tension bar on elastic which you pull back and then fill the space in between with cylindrical discs. You release the bar so that it pulls back against the discs, and then the object of the game is to take it in turns to remove a disc, trying not to spoil the balance on the tension bar which will send the whole lot flying in the air. The problem? The game turned into "Mummy pulls on the tension bar, fills the space with discs and gently releases the bar... then Smudgelet chases round the room collecting the exploding discs." We never did actually get to play the game, I can't imagine how it would ever work.
He's actually quite a bit better today, in between the feeling ill bits. He declared he wanted sausages and chips and tomato sauce for dinner, or failing that a round of toast. He got the round of toast! We're coughing in tandem, though, and fighting for the Benilyn.
I got the kitchen looking spotless this morning. Who on earth invited that rugby team to come and rampage through it? I'm sure it can't have been us who made it such a mess.
Signed off now for a final (hopefully) four weeks. I do hope they can organise it at school that I can go back part time instead of full time. I'm quite frightened of getting dragged down again. At the same time, I do miss my little cherubs. I have dreamed about them several times - what a nightmare! I've been learning to trust God to know what he's doing - a hard lesson but a good one.