I was a kangaroo today at Music Together.
I'm trying to drink less and not go to bed at 3am. It sounds wonderfully bohemian but you just feel a bit fucked and don't really get moving till midday. Working afternoons is such a luxury, though soon I will have to join the rest of the world. I was not going to buy wine tonight but it's been one of those days.
Up early to meet one of the Parents at Manpower. It's a weird system but I'm actually going to be employed by Manpower - it's done to afford the employee more protection and regulation. Then home to try and sort out a transfer of megashitloads of dosh from the UK. Well maybe not megashitloads by your standards but by mine. Then off to collect The Girls. Who were, as usual, absolutely fine until they saw their mum. And then they turned into tiny harpies. There is nothing quite like a three year old who temporarily hates you. It's done with utter conviction. And then Baby C screamed for at least half an hour solid.
Pushing down the surrendering arms of the corkscrew, sloshing the Montepulciano into my only glass, ah. And now I'm listening to Chopin on my headphones because there are some very loud Spaniards outside my door. Tomorrow I pick up my work contract and maybe get a phone.