Yes, Four has gone back to pre-school today. I love the boy dearly but I was glad to hand him over to people paid to see he has a good time.
I was going to put Two into two days of day-care so I could get some work and some money to pay for his day-care but then I saw the stupidity of this, common sense has prevailed and now he'll not be going until next year. This means he and I will be able to do some advanced bonding (no, it's not illegal, madam) by which I mean he'll get my full attention rather than having to do with a half of it.
I have to say though that it'll put my thriller back a bit because I was expecting a couple of free days a week to just sit and write, but you know, the nippers have to come first. I'm sure Speilberg doesn't mind waiting a bit longer for the film script and Brad Pitt seems to be tolerably busy, so I don't think it'll matter.
On the weekend - it was a long one here because of Australia Day - we went to another kid's birthday party. Most of the children were Chinese and I expected some really good Chinese scoff, not least because the birthday boy's parents have more money than Ghengis Khan and his horde put together (yes, yes, I know, he was a Mongol, but you know what I'm driving at). Their house is a three storey concrete and glass monstrosity that bulges over the block like an obese emperor. Their three gold Mercedes-Benz gleam like, well, gold and they have three servants, all Chinese of course and none of them speak English, or at least that's what they'll tell Immigration when they eventually pay them a visit. The husband spends most of his time in China where I suspect he has a number of female 'assistants'. His wife tells me they don't sleep together any more (that's the husband and wife, not the husband and concubines) though why she blessed me with this information I don't know, and I don't want to find out why either, but I'll keep you informed.
Anyhow, the food was not a banquet, it was rather boring really and seemed to me mostly to have come out of frozen food packets from nowhere more exotic than Woolies. It was't so much Chinese food as food Made in China, which of course is somewhat different.
For the party they'd employed a magician who dressed in the 35 degree heat in a massive black frock coat which made him sweat like a condemned man. "What's that up your sleeve?" said Four as he set up his bag of tricks, much to the amusement of the parents. There was also an older kid who knew all the tricks in advance and told us all as they unfolded. I reckon the magic man will run him over if he ever sees him out on the street alone. If you ask me the biggest trick he pulled was charging money for his act.
Right then - Two is having his afternoon nap and I'm going to try and write some of my book, even though it's 35 outside and even warmer in here.
And by the way, my new book (the first one, not the thriller, though of course book one is thrilling too...) will be available soon. I'll keep you posted...
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