Well, as her ladyship is away, not with the fairies this time but in Wellington, the onerous task of keeping those such as yourself once more falls to me. Don't rush out to find a bus to throw yourselves under just yet! My incoherent ramblings are not really that bad (are they?). Needless to say, I missed a whole load of you lovely chaps and chapesses on the weekend of the 12th and 13th of November. I had an exam on the 11th and held my own two minute silence. The Kiwi's don't do the 11th, prefering to remember their own major losses at Gallipoli instead. It was three quarters of the way through my Torts exam and I quietly put my pen down and stopped scratching for two minutes. That doesn't read to well does it? I stopped my pen from scratching the paper, not, I stopped scratching! Two minutes may not change the world or even most probably my exam results but it made me feel better in myself. I don't really think I could have felt better in somebody else, but that isn't quite true either! There were several very slinky young ladies sitting the same exam and I suppose that stretching the imagination, I could have felt better.... Well let's not go there. It isn't true darling I promise, I never even looked at them. Particularly not the one with the neat bob haircut and a rather sultry looking tattoo in the small of her back. Yes, that one! With the long legs and a slim little waist...
I jest. For those of you who may not know me, I JEST. I wouldn't dare do anything that may lead to the wrath of M. Well, maybe sometimes, but we do make it up very quickly and never go to sleep on an argument. OK. We do sometimes but not very often. I'm letting on with too much detail. I do not recommend anyone do the solo parent thing. There, I've said it. I hate doing it. You end up running around from work to school, school to town, town to home, think about a meal then back to town to pick up the wretch spawned from your own loins. You then have running arguments about showers, cooking, eating and life in general before finally sussing out that if you tell aforementioned wretch to bugger off and go to bed, you may just get some peace! Not good. M come home, all is forgiven for now anyway.
I have had Alice to put up with for the past few days and I find her never ending always being right a major problem in our relationship. We all know that as a Parent, I am always right. No, seriously, I am. Always, always, always. Alice however will swear that black is white and vice versa but never comes up with a cogent argument to back up her theories. Bit like my coursework when I get hot under the collar about something. Human Rights, childrens Rights etc. They don't have any. It is plain and simple. I lost my human rights when I became a parent so why should anyone else have them?
It seems I am rambling, it must be time for my nap. I shall finish the summing up of the case some other time perhaps when I will really let fly! Until then dear reader stay tuned and Michelle may put something on this site before too long. If not, you can have more of my ramblings on life etc. Until next time then, I shall sign off and await your comments! Good, Bad or indifferent, I care not. I just wish to see those numbers notch up. Sleep well guys.
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