A Day of No Mishaps

Up at 7am and asleep by 7pm. What can I say! With all of the children at school there is the ultimate freedom that I will inevitably embrace, come September. At present, I need to be at home, pretty much 24 / 7 as the little ones day at preschool is but three hours in the morning. Will I really have the chance to leave the house for several hours each and every weekday? I felt guilty this morning as I saw a friend, Richard at 10am and visited a farm shop in a small village in Oxfordshire. Very pleasant staff and a real old style butchers. They even had the fake green plastic clover surrounding the packaged meats in the chill cabinets. I haven’t seen that since my childhood. Is veal back on he menu? I hope so as four sirloin steaks came in at £20, two frozen Madagascan Mega Prawns for a tenner and three packs of Toulouse, wild boar and duck sausages, another tenner! I was back at 12.30 and Sindy graciously held on until I returned. All that nosh now hidden away in the freezer, John is in for a real treat as he absolutely loves wild game. There was some venison steak and pigeon breast in the shop too.

I actually felt guilty for my not being there when the little ones arrived home from preschool. Habits are habits after all. I am going to have to think long and hard as to my new direction after next September. What can I do with a new found independence, what tangent could I possibly take? A lot to consider, but even before this juncture, I do want to continue within the art of the written word. I’m considering a book of short stories! What do you think? Obviously the children would be considerations. I’m thinking a kind of rewrite of some of ‘Aesop’s Fables’ but using scenarios being acted out by Amritsar, Tara, Thor, Aaliyah and Caleb, the outcome being the learning of a moral outcome! What do you think? Is it a worthy project to undertake? I think a big injection of humour would be essential, but my writing, up until now has always been factual. How does one consider a step over to the other side – fiction. That’s a big step to take. Is my imagination feeling fertile enough? Any advice from out there would be massively appreciated.

On other matters – like you all, I am very tired of the BREXIT issue. Even without bringing a political point of view to this diary, my head continues to feel sore from all of the discord surrounding this state of affairs and complete disarray. I will be glad when we can all see some resolve.

And a settled future.

Last Thoughts for the Day

Just reconnected with a ‘Dear Heart’! So ending the day with a smile (you know who you are), though my original diary entry was going to start with our daughter Aaliyah. She really wants to be good, but as you may know, remorse is in short supply when it comes to her antics. She bit Caleb yesterday, though I did not report it to you out there as I thought it was an isolated incident. Today she yet again bit Caleb without any consideration. It really sucks to be regarded as lesser in the general pecking order (poor Caleb). He cried of course and thankfully Sindy did the ‘Bad Cop’ response and sat Aaliyah on the ‘Thinking Chair’. Then, given her angry and uncontrollable vexing, she was sent up to bed early. Nothing more to add regards Aaliyah’s bad behaviour, but I am upset that all of the improvements with her behaviour of recent months, it really does suck when you feel that you are back to square one. Let’s just go forward with a modicum of HOPE. Sindy and I reassured each other that she is still only three years old, almost four. But her remorse is still very sadly on the side of slight. Today’s pic looks like butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth!