Sunday, 3 May 2015
Apparently my house is self cleaning. Clothes wash themselves. As do tea cups, plates and floors.
Olly has come down with chicken pox. He is covered, and has no zip. He is being very stoic, bless him
Marc has a cold. He has retired to bed for the bank holiday duration.
The weather is crap. Grey, dank and miserable.
Sam is in a frenzy of revision. Every now and again he bounds into the living room and shouts some fact or another at me. I'm left feeling rather uneducated.
Alfie has only come out of his room to eat and use the facilities.
Yesterday I made Thai chicken curry for dinner. It was lush.
There is a cherry and almond cake baking as I type. The smell is lovely.
Marc called me dour yesterday. I have been a bit. But only because they are all getting on my nerves.
My book choice for The Year In Books is above. I loved 'Room' and am nearly halfway through this already.
What's that sound you make when you are really fed up? I've just made it anyway.