Thank the fates that they are both out of the house for a while.
Alone me me me time.
Sitting in bed trying to wake up and come to terms with the dawn of another day against (sic) a background flurry of early morning sniping.
Its bad enough (only sometimes, not mostly) living with one adolescent, sometimes it feels as if i am living with two.
She - cross and worried at inability to locate dance kit, but knowing she is responsible for the squalid stew which is her bedroom and where the task of finding anything may become an epic quest.
He - unable to absorb or ignore her tetchiness and resorting to the guaranteedtowindupfurther "why do you always..."
I know too well the risks of reticence and lack of self-expression but - lack of care with words..... sigh.....
Why does he always do that? she said, in an ironical sort of way...
(but only in the privacy of her own head)
Not asking for or needing sympathy, rant over.
Today I fully expect to be a lovely day off, ignoring the piles of work to be done, going to an exhibition with a good friend, i will report back later i expect.
In the meantime, I thought it was about time I posted a picture of our very own household pig - to follow all the guest-starring creatures in my previous post. She's not appeared here for far too long.
Is it the keyboard she is after, or the Jack Daniels?
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