I apparently don’t know what date it is.
Last Friday has been the 24th until I came in today and discovered it was only the 23rd today. Anyhoo, much silliness aside, let’s get on with the job in had. Which is MOANING. I have many things to moan about today, but here’s a few to get us started:
Banks are gits. They charge us through the nose for every conceivable thing they can think of, with much of their justification being tenuous at best. I paid a cheque in last week and it won’t clear until the end of this week, despite being drawn on the same branch as my account and paid into said branch.
Huge testosterone surges in six year old boys. Matthew is a little ball of compressed fury at the moment. A shame, really, as he’s generally a smiley happy little creature. Not any more though – oh no. Now he is satan incarnate, stamping about and shouting and hitting people and everything. It did come as some small consolation when I discovered the Andy, who sits opposite me at work, has a small daemon of his own who behaves in exactly the same way. Fab, thought I – that means it can safely be classed as a stage rather than yet another parenting cockup.
We started watching season one of 24 at the weekend. We’ve never seen it before because we missed the first few episodes and didn’t see much point in watching the rest. Wish wed made an effort now – it’s really good 🙂
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