Yesterday I intimated that one of the reasons I hadn’t written much about the family MIGHT have been that things were going pretty well.
What a silly girl!
This morning I woke for the second time to the sounds of crying, moaning, loud voices and things being hit and thrown. My how that takes me back and not in a good way. Strange also how quickly you can get used to a more balanced and less stressed way of living.
The key words there are, “more”, and, “less”.
Yes, I know they are sort of opposite to each other but the key point is, they are qualifiers. Life is not balanced and stress free, it is just a little more so that it was.
Or it is until someone wakes early, has their Dad take them downstairs while their Mum falls back to sleep again and promptly loses their head when a favourite programme is on.
“What’s wrong with that?”, I hear you ask.
Not a thing. Except there are normally two episodes. I presume there were two this morning but 13 had missed the first one.
She was NOT happy.
We don’t normally watch this particular channel, it had been the last one viewed the night before.
Normally she is happily engrossed in the adventures of Postman Pat. Her father does rather enjoy the good postman as well. Apart from the new Special Delivery Service. This does NOT meet Hub’s standard for children’s entertainment.
There is nothing wrong with a postman on a bicycle or in a van, the odd jump on the steam engine, oh er. Why does a Dales postie require a helicopter? Is it not enough that Mrs. Goggins has already read most of the mail before it is delivered? Why a motorcycle? Why skates? Okay, it WAS icy that day.
My point is, dear goodness 13 can’t half give it what for when she doesn’t get her own way.
To make up for the moaning, smell this rose. No, go on, it actually has a deep rich scent.
You know you want to.
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