This morning, still recovering from an evening of cheese and wine (and beer and gin and the world’s most interminable game of Settlers of Catan) I went round to our friends’ house to help dismantle the fence around their indoor pond. Explaining why their house had an indoor pond, or why the fence had to be removed, is not worth attempting to explain. Continue reading “Fencing and chairs”
Today was my first day without booze since Thursday. I felt dreadful. Bloated, nauseous, foul smells emanating from my body as I walked La Serpiente to school. (Well, I walked, she hooned off on her scooter and waited for me at various points on the footpath, I assume calculated to be the most derisory.) After I had dropped her off and failed to unlock three different obikes, I went to the station and very carefully chosen the train going in the wrong direction, only realising after three stops that the reason the carriage was so spacious and I had a seat to sit on was because every single person was travelling in the other direction, and worse, that was the way I’d be having to go too. So, a good case for buying a coffee machine and installing it at home. Continue reading “The long Monday after the hard weekend”
Although I had to stay up for a 1:30 conference call this morning, my heart was gladdened when I heard a noise and saw my eldest, staggering half asleep down the corridor outside her bedroom at 1am. She was clutching her water bottle and one of her cuddly toys, and veering towards her sister’s bedroom to sleep, rather than pester her parents. So that was good.
Even when my call was over, and I was struggling to sleep at 2:30, and the two of them both woke up to imaginary thunder and then came in to wake us, I still had some vestigial pride to sustain me.
Continue reading “Last Day Of The Year”
Tonight I put Destroyer to bed. This was a very simple thing for me to do: I took her to her room, lay among the mounds of stuffed toys on her bed, read her The Gruffalo’s Child, then, despite her protestations, rested my head on a pillow and teleported to two hours in the future. Continue reading “Earlier to bed”
The children didn’t sleep well last night – in fact they were atrocious – and so this evening the thing I’m most capable of doing is staring blankly at the wall, wondering what I’m doing with my life. But mostly just staring. My wife is passed out next to me. I can’t blame her; the only reason I’m awake is because I fell asleep on Destroyer’s bed while I was getting her down, and stole an hour’s worth of nap. All my pretensions of getting some exercise or making time to meditate have been wrecked by the next generation of our family, being cute and raising hell at 3am. Continue reading “Ready for bed”
Both children slept well last night, so it was with a decent mood and almost a spring in my step that I took La Serpiente to school. She told me I couldn’t ride a hire bicycle anywhere because I didn’t have my helmet, so I waited until I’d dropped her off and then rented one so she couldn’t see .y hypocrisy. Because the universe is designed to punish me, I chose an obike with loose pedals, and half a kilometre up the street I dumped it and got another, and then found that one made me get lost, and so I didn’t get to work until ten minutes later than planned. Oh, how harsh life is. Continue reading “Oh, oh obikes”
La Serpiente’s school finished its regular term last Friday, but to stop my wife going mad over the break until January, we booked La Serpiente into the holiday programme, which consists of her doing art and making stuff (and is thus indistinguishable to me from her regular school days, but I’m just a philistine, I suppose). Now that they’re moving out of the Tiong Bahru Community Centre, her holiday programme is in a different campus, which we walk to down a footpath and then up a big hill. So rather than taking the bus, La Serpiente gets to ride her scooter to school. Continue reading “Scootering and other transports of delight”