Mr. Waffle: We’re very post-modern this evening.
Me: Eh?
Him: You’re changing plugs (all of our appliances have two pin plugs, in Ireland we have a three pin plug regime).
Me: Mmm.
Him: And I’m sewing a button back on Michael’s trousers.
Pause.
Him: That’s tomorrow night’s blogging taken care of then.
Today was a rather less post-modern experience as our childminder (normally v. reliable) couldn’t make it until 3.30 and I had to hare round at lunch time collecting the children and bringing them home (also denting car and losing wing mirror in office car park). My saintly mother-in-law drove across town to mind them in our house until the childminder came. Childminder has got the job in high finance that she was looking for (yes, really) and will shortly be handing in her notice. I am exhausted from it all and must shortly turn to interviewing new lucky candidates.
Will save the description of my second house for tomorrow. You are on the edge of your seats out there, aren’t you?
We were staying with my parents last week and one evening my mother pointed out that there were four of us in the house – three of us on computers and one (the other half) playing the piano. Truly the modern age: we were also being warmed by a wood-burning stove.