Had three glasses of wine last night, then came home and watched 'The Damned United', ate a whole packet of streaky bacon crisps and some fangtastic sweets, which seem to have stripped the skin off my inside mouth. Feeling hungover and tired - which was not how I wanted to feel, but inevitably is how I feel everytime the boys are off. Still, could be worse. It's 10.03 now and I'm sitting in bed with my laptop, writing this.
Just received a phone call from the boys. The goldfish we bought yesterday afternoon are dead. They are lying in the bottom of the tank belly up. Noah was upset; Barnaby played his DS. I feel guilty even though it's nothing to do with me. The fish are their dad's responsibility.
Later, I shall cycle into town, buy a present for Ishbel, have lunch, and then go into Ipswich for a night out. Things should be good, I should be happier, more jolly, but I feel tired. Buck up, girl.
Other news:
Just received a phone call from the boys. The goldfish we bought yesterday afternoon are dead. They are lying in the bottom of the tank belly up. Noah was upset; Barnaby played his DS. I feel guilty even though it's nothing to do with me. The fish are their dad's responsibility.
Later, I shall cycle into town, buy a present for Ishbel, have lunch, and then go into Ipswich for a night out. Things should be good, I should be happier, more jolly, but I feel tired. Buck up, girl.
Other news:
- I'm not going to the Quaker Yearly Meeting: it seemed far too stressful. We'll do something else instead. Maybe even stay here.
- The OTRs meeting was good. Lee needs a reining in a bit, but it's good to have idealists on board.
- I've joined twitter - or at least joined it properly.
End of bullet points... yawn... stretch... will get out of bed soon.
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