I was all set today, with Six in school and Three at pre-school, to spend the day working on Mr Wolf, which I have almost finished, praise the Lord!
But then I awoke this morning to the melodic sound of the Bellbird, and of Three vomiting on the shag pile rug.
So, he’s at home today and I’ll be tending to his needs. I’ve managed to get most of the vomit out of the rug but, you know, it’ll never be the same again. At the moment it looks less like a shaggy dog than a dog who’s just been in a very smelly river and then rolled in something very nasty indeed.
Ho-hum.
On a lighter note – on Friday when I picked up Six from school, Three was running around with this little girl he sees at pre-school, called Rachel. As Simon & Garfunkel would say, they’ve got a groovy thing going, baby.
In the Bentley on the way back from school I laughed out loud when Three said, “Six, did you see me playing with Racheee?”
Six said, “Oh yes, Three, I certainly did. It seems you have your eyes very much glued to that girl.”