Categories: news-from-depressionland, everyday-disasters
Date: 25 October 2010 16:21:11
Arrived at the church weekend away in a foul mood, having just had a totally childish row with The Grouch because he'd filled the water bottle from the hot tap (and he's just put in a water softener, and my mother says drinking softened water is bad for your heart, and who wants to drink hot water on a car journey anyway?). The real reason being that I couldn't find my really good, really comfortable Austrian walking boots, which I will now have to go to Austria to replace (any excuse...).
Anyway we made it there and in the course of a weekend of good communal fun and non-cringe-making worship, not to mention very traditional British food (spotted dick, anyone? I'll just have the custard), I gradually untangled and found myself almost gruntled - well, actually considerably gruntled - by the end of the weekend. Unfortunately after church weekends away one has to come back to reality with a bump, and I still can't find my boots (last seen at Greenbelt or soon after), and it's half term so I can't do any writing (except that I have a column for which the deadline by tomorrow will be yesterday), but have to apply thumbscrews to get son to catch up with two missed maths assessments, finish a Film Studies essay, and go shopping for new jacket, jeans, T-shirts and trainers. Oh, and he needs a haircut too. Easy really...
PS It is son who has to finish an essay and go clothes shopping, not me, but I couldn't get the grammar to say that clearly.