Friday, 9 September 2011

A burned top and white bottom...


Scrubbing at a stain on the floor for bloody ages, which turned out to be a shadow, it sets me thinking, sometimes life is full of them, shadows on the floor, that you spend hours of wasted time battling through, and all you end up learning, is that all you can actually do, is deal with it. Get on with the rest of life that is good, which seems in miniscule proportion to the shit that befalls you at times. Whoa, that was deep, and heavy, anyway, about my day…


Wednesday was a day where I went out at 8 am, and did not get back in fully till 6.30 pm and with all the kids in tow, that's a fair length of a day. I popped back by briefly to make a soup and bread for tea, put a few washes on, hang a few out, and OUT, in the car everyone! Again. Mitzi went to her first gymnastics' class today, and LOVED it! Fab, I am so pleased, she is a little monkey (said in that very affectionate, but slightly OMG what is she? Tone) and for her to express herself in this monkey way OUT of the house, can only be a positive thing, so there she was. First gym class, bowling over success.

I pick her up, go straight to the Breaker’s yard to see how much an Espace would be, and buy it with the intention to use all the parts, replacing the burned out, chicken hoof scratched abominability that is, my car. The dude is rude and moody and apparently has a wasp stuck in his tooth, good. That’ll teach him for being totally unnecessarily offensive and dismissing me with his arm and a ‘no, it’s not for sale’, turning his back and walking off. Ok, fine. Next stop garage, the garage dude is a sweetheart, and he advises me on the best course of procedure for the car, which, well, bloody hell, it’s a nightmare. Then it’s onto the shop to order a duck, but I can’t get the same race, as I have NO idea what I am talking about when it comes to ducks, fowl or poultry in general. I can determine a goose from a turkey, but otherwise, nada. He reels off a few races, the dude at the counter, to a crazy, blank looking English woman, and nothing he is saying means ANYTHING to me, not just because I am English this time. I tell him this. Then I did remember they were 'edible' ducks, after the ones plucked, gutted and hanging up at my friends' house, I assume that's why...not just for fun surely, and she's never mentioned a penchant for Taxidermy before. So he yells out to his mate 'they're for eating, Baz',  (I here protest that we are not buying them to eat them, I don't want everyone thinking I am a duck murderer) we reckon we get close to the 'right' race. So we decide it is best to order a male and a female, that way, at least 2 will ‘mix’. We want baby ducks you see…well, I know I say ‘we’ but I mean it in the royalist sense possible…as always!


Then Mitzi moo has her ear specialist appointment, the kids sit patiently, not getting up once from their chairs for 20 minutes in the waiting room, one woman asked me if I had drugged them? I replied I kept a cattle prod in my hand bag…not sure if she knew I was joking, or was I? The upshot is she has to have an analysis on her ear to find out what exactly is the germ causing the ear to be inflamed and full of ooooozing gallons of puss oh, too late, I had told you all I’d put up an ‘attention rank health symptoms' warning before. Oh well. So the operation is small, they get a sample from the inner ear and send it off thus determining the germ and giving her the correct treatment. Man, I hope the course of steroids clears it up before then, then she won’t have to go through that. So there we go, pretty much end of, and I thought I’d chill at the park with them a while…I got in 2 ½ hrs later, hot, tired and Frenched out. I sometimes get Frenched out, when I have a headache/am reeeaaallly tired, my brain prefers not to work, neither in English or French, so chatting away enthusiastically for 2 hours to some friends left me broken, not the kids for once!

So that was refreshing, anyway they are all now as fast asleep as logs/dogs whichever one you use, as they are. And I am off to eat the potato I just got out, wondering why it had a burned top and white bottom, I had accidentally set the cooker to grill, woopdidoop, dinner’s gonna be nice Alex…

See you tomorrow,

Tamsyn x

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