packed

the big uns have packed and will be off the whole of next week. Littlest will be packing tomorrow. Mr. Spitzi and I will have 5 whole days together without children. Now, you might think that this will herald wild and drunken AND drug crazed orgies and stuff but actually, he's going to be writing most of the week and I'm going to sand the stairs and get the garden in order. Rock and roll.

Thanks for all the comments on yesterday's blip. I was in a very bad mood but didn't want to record yesterday as crap because it wasn't really. So, chicken gossip seemed to do the trick. I read something on a friend's blog earlier that kind of said what I want to say now...copied here for those people too lazy to follow links:

"When my page is blank, you don?t know that earlier I was full of ideas.

When my house is a tip, you don?t know that yesterday I cleaned all day and that it looked nice for ten minutes.

When I say something stupid, you don?t know that the last time I opened my mouth I spoke insightful wisdom.

When I am quiet all day, you don?t know how I love and long to sing.

When I cry, you don?t know that this morning I smiled.

When I write badly, you don?t know that last week I wrote brilliantly.

When I burn the dinner, you don?t know that yesterday?s meal was delicious perfection.

When I am tipsy, you don?t know that I have hardly drunk any alcohol for three months.

When I listen to ABBA, you don?t know that yesterday I listened to Vivaldi and tomorrow I will listen to The Libertines.

When I seem weak and easily controlled, you don?t know that I have had a long fight and am tired.

When I am shallow, you don?t know that I am really deep.

When I am grumpy, you don?t know how patient I have been for so long.

When I ask stupid questions, you don?t know that tomorrow I will have all the clever answers.

And when I create rubbish little blog posts, you don?t know about the good ones."