Loading ...So the annual festival of gluttony and over-eating has been and done with. After months of whipping everyone to a “CHRISTMAS IS COMING” frenzy, the shops are now welcoming people in by the busloads, promising them twin carrots in the form of heavy discounts and less VAT.
But things chez moi cannot be more different. As one or the other of us chooses to fall prey to stray viruses, we are staying firmly put inside the warm walls of our house. The times I feel my wallet flutter against the door, bursting for a foray into the High Street, the spouse sits down with massive tomes, muttering arcane words like “Coursework!”, “Deadline!!” and thwarting my desperate bids for freedom.
To top it, the Boy has one of his bum chums over for a sleepover. Since last evening, they have been raising merry hell, making the Child’s head spin with their mad antics and generally behaving like a pair of paroled hooligans. This morning, they are hard at work, trying to outdo each other on the Wii. The spouse, typically, decamped early, having wisely set up a study date.
So am trying to hold the fort, trying to keep the Boys and the Child away from one another. Which is easier said than done, cos ever since she figured how to switch off the telly, she has been pressing the button off at the most (in)opportune moment, followed swiftly by cries of “MINTYYYYYYY! NOOOOOOOO!!”
As you can imagine, my cup is overflowing with joy. Does anyone care to pop over and babysit for a while? Pretty please?
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