On Wednesday, I took herself to Cork on the train to stay with my parents for a couple of days.
On Thursday, I had a particularly full day as follows:
01.00: Sister arrives into her bedroom (where I am spending the night in Cork), turns on light, rubs in hand cream, chats.
01.00-02.00: Drunken students sing rebel tunes on the street, apparently directly under my sister’s bedroom window.
02.30 – 04.00: The Princess comes into the bedroom at 5 minute intervals to ask whether it is morning yet.
05.00: I get up to get the train back to Dublin.
06.15: Get on the train.
08.45: Arrive in Dublin in driving rain (only comfort – surely this means tonight’s tennis match will be cancelled).
08.45-09.00: Queue in rain for Luas ticket behind a number of people who cannot use the machine. In the end, cannot forebear from offering advice as I have already missed two trams.
09.15 – 18.00: Work (including lunch meeting, the pain).
18.00 – 20.30: Cycle home, bond with boys, put them to bed, do grocery shopping online, calculate and print out childminder’s payslip and, conclude, alas, that it has cleared up enough to play tennis.
20.30 – 22.00: Cycle up to tennis club. Play tennis. Lose.
22.20: Arrive home. Realise that I have yet to pack for my weekend in Cork – boys are to join their sister in my parents’ house, Mr. Waffle and I are to flee the coop. Hurrah. Further realise that I will need to schedule a post for NaBloPoMo.
23.10: Write post.
