It's nearly 11 o'clock on a Friday night and I have gone to bed in a huff. I have a glass of wine and my book (The Subtle Knife, Philip Pullman - as absorbing as the first time I read it) but I am seriously irked because of what prevented this happening 2 hours ago.
Lice. Bloody, bloody bastard lice crawling all over Tom's head, then discovered on Sam's head and then ON MINE. Instead of relaxing with book and wine I have been de-lousing, changing bedding and washing the hair of reluctant children (oh the wailing, the gnashing of teeth...) and myself (with the marvelous help of the anything but nefarious Jen). It probably does not need to be said that I did this all with little grace, or kindness, and for this I apologise to my 2 little lads who (I know!) did not deliberately bring home a head full of vermin.
But Bugger me, the first Friday of term?
Really?
Did you ever start to think that your life is one massive cosmic joke, created for the amusement of some sadistic deity somewhere?
So I feel my hurhumph a bit.... until I get lost in my book and emerge later, lighter and and fill of grace (well, here's hoping anyway!).
Lice. Bloody, bloody bastard lice crawling all over Tom's head, then discovered on Sam's head and then ON MINE. Instead of relaxing with book and wine I have been de-lousing, changing bedding and washing the hair of reluctant children (oh the wailing, the gnashing of teeth...) and myself (with the marvelous help of the anything but nefarious Jen). It probably does not need to be said that I did this all with little grace, or kindness, and for this I apologise to my 2 little lads who (I know!) did not deliberately bring home a head full of vermin.
But Bugger me, the first Friday of term?
Really?
Did you ever start to think that your life is one massive cosmic joke, created for the amusement of some sadistic deity somewhere?
So I feel my hurhumph a bit.... until I get lost in my book and emerge later, lighter and and fill of grace (well, here's hoping anyway!).
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