Thursday, 30 January 2014
I had a plan when I gaily declared I would write a whole post without complaining today, but the planned thing isn't turning out quite as funny as I'd hoped, and requires more work/inspiration, so I am thrown back on old fashioned SUCKING IT UP and turning everything into sparkling unicorn rainbows (actually, today was fine).
Things that have happened today with a positive spin:
- I had the most heavenly cup of tea half an hour ago. You know (or you don't, because you are not British, but trust me on this), the cup of tea that just hits the spot with pinpoint accuracy. BOOM. Oh man. Platonic tea.
- Kacy, the politest horse in Belgium, was lying down when I went to see her this lunchtime and she looked enormously sweet, tucked up in her rug. She is also the softest, most conker shiny horse I have ever met.
- I managed not to go to a 90 minute school meeting that apparently largely revolved around the thorny issue of The Maths Exam That Did Not In Every Particular Resemble The Revision List Distributed. This has been the subject of a lengthy and ill-humoured email string (in which I took no part other than scrolling through with increasing incredulity) already. I didn't avoid the meeting - which was supposed to be about something entirely different - deliberately, but my heart is intensely glad that I missed it.
- Good dinner (artichoke and broad bean lasagne, did the children eat that, I hear you ask? Hahahahaha did they fuck).
- Trip to Chinese with smallest is always very jolly. We take a tram and then a metro and then we walk down the scuzzy Chaussée d'Ixelles and there are SHOPS and PEOPLE. Then, while F is drilled on characters, I wander the streets, or sit in a cafe and drink something nice and look at the people and the shops. It's total sensory overload after a week in Uccle looking at pigeons and mud and occasionally walking down the end of the road and looking at the 1950s shop full of flesh coloured support garments for ladies. F is preparing for "EXAMEN INTERNATIONAL!" as his teacher calls it, which is in Ghent in March and both of them are taking it extremely seriously. So I pick him up and listen for five minutes as they go over the seven hundred variation of zhe and nar and then we leave and the sky is deep, deep blue and it's not especially cold and we stop off in ZigZag, F's favourite shop full of hideous €1 tat, then we stop off in the chip shop, then we go home and the fire is still alight and L has returned safely from his solo trip to guitar (this is new and terrifying and punctuated with laconic-stroke-mocking text messages from him at my feverish anxiety) and the Roomba has not ingested anything critical.
- Following Eireann's example, I'm going to add a page of stuff I've been reading on here. Even if it's only Scandinavian murders.
- This, near us, looks like good, good news:
- I have started Penelope Lively's memoir (£1 in the amazing Kindle sale earlier this month) and it is lovely.
Feel free to add either lovely things or complaints to redress the balance of the universe in the comments.