Having once left the family dog outside a shop for quite a while, having gone home and forgotten her, I am prime candidate for something like leaving Sprog in the car or at the supermarket. I’m somewhat relieved that I’ve been out-forgottened by Husband who pulled up on the drive, realised his error and immediately sped off to nursery…
I feel I ought to write something, but I’m going to go to bed instead…
I kind of like stats…
they are so great for twisting things. Today I carried out a small study on my walk to work in the rain. There were many more chavs out than normal, therefore I hypothesised that rain encouraged chavs to come out. My hypothesis was disproved when I realised there appeared to be more chavs as everyone had their hoods up, thus appearing to be ghastly hoodies while in fact they were students trying to keep dry…
Is how often Sprog was called a girl this morning… must cut hair…
Thanks but no thanks
— My response to Sprog’s offer to pick my nose (after he had finished picking his own)
Oh dear.
Actually, saying that, Sprog says ‘oh dear’ constantly… so I guess it’s obvious where he gets that from….
Wake up: 5:50am
Go for a nap: 9:00am
Wake up for lunch: 11:45am
Go to bed early: 6:45pm
