Again, I woke today to the sound of my children gambolled around our bedroom, and then studiously ignored them and slept some more. All the gin I necked last night formed some sort of insulation against the racket of girls squeaking at me.
This could never go on forever, so by 9:30 I was accompanying them downstairs, to my current favourite cafe, where I drank coffee and they ate biscuits. I’ve been contemplating what it means to be a good father, and my conclusion is that it’s just slightly more than taking your children somewhere where you with glassy-eyed, pontificating on civilisation while your progreny run riot. That’s right, other parents, you need to remember to take a colouring-in book with you.
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I slept through my alarm today and only woke up 40 minutes before the start of the race, with La Serpiente yelling from her bed, so I had to sprint out the door, still half-cut from last night’s drinking and pedal as fast as I could to get to the race on time. And then spend 45 minutes scanning barcodes, before returning home on my bike. I suppose that was at least an hour of exercise I got today.
We had a birthday party to go to at Sentosa today, in a water park called the Port Of Lost Wonder, which is a terrible name even before they abbreviated it everywhere to POLW. Also, I seemed to spend all my time getting sprayed with freezing cold water by a series of different urchins, leaving me enraged and frustrated, as you can’t punch eight year olds in the face without a severe reprimand. Ah well. There was cake, though.
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I was gutted when I got to the borrowing station in Queenstown Library today, to find I could only borrow 8 books. This was because I’d amassed a pile of 13 books, a heady combination of Elephant & Piggie, Here Comes ______ Cat, and copious dinosaur, wild animal and nap-related volumes for La Serpiente. We’d grown accustomed over the past few months to borrowing 20 books at a time; a couple for us, and half a shelf for La Serpiente. Now the 50th anniversary celebrations are over and done with, everyone’s quota has been slashed.
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Because La Serpiente is in Japanese classes at her pre-school, my wife asked the teacher to give us some of the songs that they sing, so we can sing them at home with her. A USB drive went off to school, and came back with some files, and today I got round to loading them onto my computer.
This morning I got up at 6 and ran over to the East Coast for the parkrun, so I was rather knackered. After the run I’d met up with my wife and the kids and an ex-colleague for brunch, so rather than doing what would have been sensible (going home and going back to bed) I’d deprived myself of sleep in favour of eating eggs and chocolate. So my mind wasn’t perhaps as strong as it should have been.
Thus I wasn’t as surprised as I should have been, when instead of Japanese folk songs about acorns, my computer began to blare fairly terrible Japanese hard rock. Well, all terrible hard rock sounds pretty similar, so I could just have easily said terrible hard rock with Japanese "singing".
Either way, La Serpiente was not very impressed by the Japanese equivalent of Whitesnake coming at her, when she had been expecting small children singing "domburi buri buri". How I never fail to disappoint my children…
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We went to the Queenstown Public Library this afternoon; it’s slightly more convenient than the National Library to get to, as it’s just four stops on the train and then a short walk past a building site. Since they demolished the derelict Queenstown Bowling Centre a few years ago, there’s really nothing in Queenstown, whereas the National Library is in the middle of Bugis, surrounded by shops and cafes. Then again, if we’re serious about giving up sugar in February, removing temptations is a good thing.
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