It was a bit of a shit day, busy and fiddly and crap. I had a lot to do and I did it all day with that slightly buzzy, self-satisfied feeling you (well, I) sometimes get 'look at me, multitasking so efficiently'. Except that by the end of the day I had made several minor fuck ups including getting someone important's name wrong twice and various other misdemeanours, so I have ended up both very tired, deflated and faintly ashamed of myself. Yes, "both" those three things, that is exactly the kind of thing I am talking about.
The children are being really quite unpleasant to each other: on collecting them from school it transpired one had denounced the other to the headmaster for throwing soil (a morally ambivalent act, the denouncing, with which I struggled to deal - snitching on a family member clearly wrong as all mafia dramas tell us, but going to tell a teacher rather than retaliating when someone is behaving like a dick = the parentally approved course of action) and there were tears and recriminations and several sets of unreliable testimony and it's been downhill since then. They are about to both get sent to bed for the second time this evening and it is nowhere near bedtime (actually in the end we played three viciously cathartic truth games of dominoes and everything is more or less ok).
VAT return of death.
My friend F told me at length about her dream in which I had a penis which was distressing for both of us.
Trip to the scary bat caves on Sunday to meet the baby hippo. Yes, that's BABY HIPPO.
Here it is, being firmly nudged out of the water by its mother. It is not much cop at the swimming yet (it's only about three weeks old): she poked it around with her nose like a barely buoyant sack of potatoes.
Ponderous, synchronised water exit.
Oh god, I loved the hippo. It was amazing. I keep going back and looking at the pictures at trying moments and smiling to myself . Truly wonderful.
Also, here we are, just sitting on a bench with our goat, yeah.
The sacred covenant between man and goat. Or possibly between man's t-shirt and goat's mouth.
The red river hoglets were quite charming too:
Also excellent at dozing:
We also met this sweet black and white lemur who was bullied off his island by a gang of dominant females and lived a quiet life hanging upside down in a bush eating berries.
That look in his eyes when he looks at my handbag: I can't decide if it's haunted by the memory of gynocratic oppression, or just sizing up which bit is most likely to contain snacks.
CAKE OF THE DAY
.. is actually the cake of Sunday, but it was very good, particularly as eaten for breakfast and in bed:
I wish I was back there now, with a baby hippo in my future. Tell me about your weekend, if you are so minded, or about the shitness of your Monday.