Funny how I’m not so keen to get going when cleaning
lies ahead of me. Mrs P is out to work handy and the teenagers are not up yet.
Still it has to be done and so I make a start. Cleaning and vacuuming quietly,
in an attempt not to disturb the kids too much. It fails, they’re up. I’d been
wondering what we could do together that didn’t cost money, as everything these
days seems to be so expensive. All credit to the kids they suggest a session of
Cluedo, and so mid-morning sees us at the kitchen table trying to work out who
dunnit, where and with what. Having made lunch albeit a mixture of leftovers,
we proceed to compete at Mario Kart. Fresh from being beaten recently by Mrs P,
the eldest now beats me convincingly. It goes without saying that the youngest
is way ahead of everyone. I really am rubbish at computer games.
As a finale we have an outing to the dentist. It costs
me £18 every six months to hopefully be told that my teeth are ok, and a bit
like this week’s MOT, you just hope to get the green light. Every time the
dentist stops and scrapes at a bit I can’t help wondering how much this is
going to cost me. Fortunately today, everything is good for us all. The kids
always are though, I’m usually the problem if there is one, and to be fair to
the youngest, his teeth cleaning has radically improved, the eldest’s has
always been good. I’m not sure if that’s not just typical boys and girls.
Yours in the Ballroom with the Candlestick.
Jay
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