…it must be swimming lessons. Not for me you understand but for my daughters. But not until this afternoon. This morning I am continuing to work on business type stuff. It’s nice, Jack is asleep on my feet under the desk, he always lies there when I work. When I was working ‘outside the home’ I missed having him there with me. Apparently they had some stupid rule that said people couldn’t take their dogs to work. We all consoled ourselves and each other by looking at photos of each others’ dogs, praising their loveliness and talking about them a lot. We did a bit of work as well but that wasn’t as much fun.
Later on I shall meet ‘M’ and retrieve my children and take said children to their swimming lesson. Then I have to come home and cook for the freezer (that is cook food to put in the freezer not cook food for the freezer to eat, but I’m pretty sure you’d worked that out yourselves).
I did manage to do some work yesterday and I’ve made a bit of a start this morning. After reading about Dave’s gorgeous new live-in lady and shedding a tear over Laoi’s civil war letter and reading numerous other blog posts of course.
But now…back to it.
3 comments:
I had a feeling Jack was your husband as I started to read this piece. I think it paints a much more interesting picture of your home life if he is.
Ahem. It's Wednesday now. I'll forgive you though, if you've had a rotten 24 hours.
It's done...it's done!! Just a little late today!
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