Wednesday 22 February 2012

Over The Top

I guess it's a two-post sort of day.

My apartment, what I can see of it, resembles a cardboard version of a World War I trench.  If I had a whistle and a revolver I would go over the top - anything to avoid unpacking.  On my bed are at least 14 boxes of books, and a small bookcase.  Needless to say if I don't unpack these tonight, I'll be sleeping on the floor.  Or propped in computer corner.  Although it's only Wednesday, I'm afraid I've got some Montepulciano.

It was pointed out to me tonight that it's difficult being three years old.  It's also difficult being hit and screamed and kicked at by a three year old.  I will not express further my thoughts on this; just to say I will continue to reinforce boundaries, and will then give hugs, and will drink wine when I get home.

And haha yes I have the corkscrew now, haha.

7 comments:

  1. Hello lovely lady, I've been reading and loving your very funny blog. I'm ottoline (oh it's come up there anyway) in the other place, so if you spot a lurker from Bristol, it's probably me.

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  2. Ah I did wonder who that was! Thank you - it's nice to know who is reading it.

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  3. You're an excellent writer - you should dump those annoying kids and do it for a living.

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  4. haha thank you. I'm not sure it's that easy!

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  5. We moved 7 weeks ago and half the boxes are still unpacked . I've got used to them now. Just walk around them

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  6. There isn't room. Seriously, I can just about open the front door. I can get to the sink. I can get to the stairs - and that's it.

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  7. I too, love your writing, just hope life gets easier for you.

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