I had a day off, yesterday.
My daughter was going to the cinema with the school (to see Ice Age 3) as a reward for being such a good pupil. This is an odd one, really. We have had letters saying that her attendence is not as good as they want it to be, but her work is faultless and she got this reward so things can't be that bad. We know that she has days off when she just wakes up feeling like crap, but after the way things went with our eldest daughter we just don't push things. Most parents are paranoid about their childrens' health - I guess we are even more so?
Anyway, after the movie she was going to be left in town, so I wanted to be around to meet her and come home with her. Work has been quiet - workwise, that is, the drilling in the foundations is less quiet - so I took the whole day and we decided to make the most of it.
Got the kids to school.
Walked the dogs (Custard and my dad's dog, Spot).
Collected my dad's pension for him.
Went shopping for party food.
Did the house work.
Were "married" to the sound of a distant thunderstorm, only for there to be a massive clap of thunder seemingly right overhead at the vital moment. Nearly died laughing at that!
Collected my daughter and walked her home while she told me about the insane nurse who had given her a jab that morning.
Apparently she stood there with a huge needle and told my daughter that she was tense, needed to "relax like a teenager".
"How do I do that?" Good question.
The nurse grabbed her by the shoulders and SHOOK HER!
"What are you doing?"
"Well that really didn't work!"
The nurse then stabbed her in the arm, said "Oh", pulled it out and stabbed it in again in exactly the same spot! Nice!
Oh well, it is all done now.
Then in the evening we played Poker with the Michael Jackson tribute on TV. Brooke Shields talking about her friendship with Michael and Jermaine Jackson singing Smile had me going. A sad end to a very sad life, IMO!