When I took her out in her slippers, I didn’t think she’d insist on walking all the way to the book shop.รย We went to a local cafe and got her favourite lunch which she found untempting. We returned home. I put her to bed.รย She looked up at me and said “Lunch Mama?”. Extracted her from bed and offered all that our humble fridge contained, all of which she rejected with contumely. Back to bed where she is sleeping the
sleep of the just.
Incidentally, our day was supposed to be enlivened by the arrival of my feckless brother over to inspect his goddaughter. However, he phoned this morning to say that he had slept out and missed his flight. See, he really is feckless.
on 20 April 2005 at 14:50
I now imagine him kipping in a doorway. Or possibly a field. Which sounds about right for Mr feckless ….
on 20 April 2005 at 14:56
Hmm…you sure you didn’t just take a handy day off? Didn’t leave herself out in the rain on purpose last night or anything? ๐
How is the job going by the way?
on 20 April 2005 at 19:13
That’s just plain cruel. Dragging a poor, sad child from her sick-bed and force marching her to the local Amazon. And you complain about lack of sympathy among those around you… !
on 21 April 2005 at 20:02
Pog, feckless, but concerned for his own comfort, he will be looked after like the lilies of the field. Poor mite recovered, thanks. Loc, no absolutely not, when I take a handy day off, madam will be at the creche. Jack, yes, I’m mean.