la petit journal


Today didn't stop for me and as a result I am happy to present an appropriately perfunctory offering.

Chris is back working a Monday evening in Glasgow and should be home home any minute now - I am waiting very calmly for an ear and a shoulder, but in the meantime...

I don't want to sound too negative on top of my normal Monday working negativity,but you know, sometimes having children is so bloody*, bloody* difficult

yes

Rudy is exploring the English language methodically just now and 'hate' is top of his list of try out words. Hate and boring. Hate and boring and stinky. Hate and boring and stinky and poo poo**. Hate and boring and stinky and poo poo and I'm going to kill Alice/you/daddy/anyone/where is my sword? I shall cut off your head

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therefore, this picture is a bit lifeless, boring and somewhat hateful and if you listen very closely you might just hear something hideously awful emanating from it


*ok for some reason the words that trip of my tongue so easily - the 'f's and the like don't seem to fall out of my typing fingers so easily - but if you don't mind... at this * point in the above text please insert the foulest (ok, nearly the foulest) swearing that you can think of and you are probably close to the out loud swearing I've been doing happily for the last wee while (let's be clear - I am alone - no children awake to learn swearing from me. No, not I) - does it make me feel better? Well, of course

**poo poo - yeah right, again please use a liberal sprinkling of swear