I have left this far too late, it is past my bedtime.
Bulletin (school report) day, followed by Parents' Evening (ugh, ugh), hence lateness. If I were the GIF type there would be one here of eg. Carrie screaming or Death scything around or something. SOMETHING BAD.
I spent €35,64 sending my son his pyjamas express overnight delivery to Switzerland. Now he is back, he tells me he received them 8 days later. Eight days! DAMN YOU SWITZERLAND, where is your fabled efficiency now? I admit it is more likely to be down to my old friends at BastardPost but my rage is indiscriminate.
I cannot find a quote from Bernard Henri Lévy's wife Arielle Dombasle about how he always has his shirt so extravagantly unbuttoned because he is "claustrophobic", even though I am sure she said this. I have wasted a significant amount of time on this googling variations on "open shirt" "phobia" "claustrophobic" in two languages.
M has gone on holiday for a week and though I am very happy for her I am sad for MYSELF, because a day with no gchat complaining is a wasted day. Due to M my current gmail status reads "yellow penis travesty", which is extremely professional.
I have not dealt with Easter in any way whatsoever. I mean, sure, you can get chocolate eggs in this country, but what kind? I do not hold with quality chocolate as I have made clear over many years. Also, I have run out of hot cross buns, which is a bad scene on Good Friday Eve. I might have to brave the entirely fucked up "normal service" trams tomorrow for an emergency M&S trip.
Eyeball has gone red and disgusting, I suspect from squinting at lesoir.be terror liveblog for 48 hours.
Smaller child is back! Apparently it was not always like prison and he has managed not to get sunburnt unlike several of his classmates who I saw getting off the bus and actually gasped at. It is nice to have him back, it was too quiet without him and no one else in this house gives a shit about owl babies.
Line of Duty
Small medicinal martini, knocked back in approx 45 seconds.
Got lost so many times in giant secondary gulag tonight that I have far exceeded any necessary "step count" for the day.
I made an excellent "do you think we're made of bunnies" joke today about the ridiculous Gchat animations that pop up in your chat window if you type "happy easter". It fell on entirely deaf ears because M hates puns, but I was pleased.
Saw a picture of my final actual book today, can your eagle eyes see the cover quote? It made me so happy I nearly exploded.
I know what happened with the whole police incident next door, finally. It was quite grisly, but no one is dead.
40% Genuine parenting ??????? moment
20% Gin lust
20% Aromatherapy Associates Deep Relax
10% Unimaginative percentages