The long Monday after the hard weekend

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”

Premature victory

About eleven last night, I heard stirrings; it was La Serpiente getting out of bed. She takes a stainless steel bottle to bed with her so we always hear that clanking around. I got up and went to head her off before she came into our room, but as I came into the corridor I was presented with the sight of our eldest looking a bit sulky, clasping bottle in one hand, big white rabbit in the other, and heading for her sister’s bedroom rather than ours. Achievement unlocked! No more being woken up in the night by our kids!

Except of course there was a ridiculous thunderstorm this morning at one a.m., a single, world-ending thunderclap and then no rain for half an hour, which woke both kids and meant my wife had to spend the rest of the night in with them. But it’s a start…
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Driven up the wall

This afternoon, back at Boulder Movement, this time with my phone in hand and a new pair of shoes, dangling off a wall, I discovered that climbing and selfies aren’t such a great combination.

Perhaps if I were dangling in front of a scene of great natural beauty it would be more impressive, or if I were stupid enough to wrestle a selfie stick up to the top of the wall, but otherwise it’s very hard to convey perspective or frame a shot properly, given you have only one hand to use and you don’t want to drop a phone ten feet.

And so one ends up apparestanding in front of some anonymous grey concrete. Hardly the kind of thing to post on Instagram with a #yolo hashtag.
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