Hamlet: I am myself indifferent honest; but yet I could accuse me of such things that it were better my mother had not borne me: I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at my beck than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them…
“Are you sure you want the ‘brick red’ tint added to the concrete?” asked the landscaper. “Sure” said Adam. “It will match the bricks to the house.” “Are you positive?” The incredulity was starting to tell me he did not agree with our choice. “Yes!” “Okay then…” The morning of the job, I had to take the kids…
Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah-di Blah blah-blah…..!! The sounds of the kid’s babble at 6.00pm sounds like the above, a symphony of abrasive taunts to my ears, and I ignore it successfully – usually. Adam: Are you listening to them? Karen: I listen to this all day. Can’t I tune out now…
At 4.12am this morning it officially became my birthday. I am 29.
While there are undoubtedly nice parts of the day for me (Presents! Phone calls! Greeting Cards! Mobile Texts! Facebook Messages!), I must admit that the day of my birth has historically been a blue one for me. Not for any morbid reason (no-one has died), but because it’s the day of the year I have held up my accomplishments of the passing year to the bright light of an x-ray screen and found in the print some sort of blight or province of weakness.
Update: Keira has a bad Urinary Tract Infection. She is on a 10 day course of antibiotics and then must go have an ultrasound. Naturally, as I have gone and googled “Urinary Tract Infection”, I have found all sorts of nasty possibilities and outcomes that have made me wish I didn’t do so much research…
I have a secret. I love a good t-shirt. This is my latest one, a true bargain as I bought it for $1 at my local charity shop. [$1 is too much some of you may say!] The oh-how-so-terribly-disaffected-youthishness about the shirt aside, it’s actually excellent material, cut long like I like them, and fits…
…but don’t worry, not too much. My appointment with the ENT went for four minutes and 21 seconds (give or take a second). Diagnosis: I have a little bit of Meniere’s. Apparently, in one of my big attacks of the past, it did slightly affect the hearing in my left ear, but nothing drastic at all….
I bought this jumble of circuits off Zazz the other week. (Zazz being one of Adam’s most beloved websites of all time). As I’ve said here before, I do wish to pick up playing the piano one day; but buying a piano in this small house we live in would mean jettisoning one of our children…
“Mummy! Mummy” I become groggily awake, and look at the clock. 6.38am. Okay, that’s a fair enough time to get up. “Mummy! Mummy!” “KEIRA – I’m coming. Give me a ‘sec.” I throw a robe on, and stumble out into the hallway, where I meet a similarly groggy child, rubbing her eyes. “Mummy! Mummy!” The…
