Feet Tell a Tale

I have a day off today and a guilty day because I am working this
week and it's the second week of the summer holidays and Littlefishbone
is BORED ...

I have let her make me take her to the RSPCA where we have looked at
dogs and puppies and bunnies and cats and kittens and she kept her
promise not to get Very Sad that she Couldn't Have One ...

Now I am putting off going swimming with her ... this is stupid because
I love swimming and when I get there I really enjoy it and I feel much
better afterwards ... but I can't be arsed getting my fat behind off
the chair and going there ...

His Bertness has gone off to do some work things and this evening will
be playing a game of chess with someone who is 91 ... so has been
practicing around the house saying "YES! CHESS!!" very loudly ... "YOUR
MOVE GEORGE!!!"

After 67 abortive attempts at booking easyjet flights to Edinburgh
online ... plus two phone calls to them ... and a shocking experience
in the travel agent where I found it is 15 quid PER PERSON booking fee
... (for heavens sake it's a few clicks of a mouse!!!!) ... I have
finally managed to book them using a different ISP ... this was all
severely testing for my peaceful mind ... to say irritation was arising
is not the half of it ...

Peace reigns once more ... I have also daftly thought out loud that I
might take the lads to Amsterdam for a couple of days ... I have never
seen two pairs of teenage eyes light up quite so much ... now every
time I see either of them in the house they ask me about it ... have I
booked yet ... when are we going ... can girlfriends come too ... I
imagine it will an education ...

On the plus side I have found the recipe for Chocolate Mayonnaise Cake
... also can't find my swimming costume ...

Yesterday I went to the Alternative Health Fete at the Buddhist Centre
... after a lovely meditation session i got my feet done by a brave
soul with some cleansing wipes ... she did what was supposed to be a
"taster" reflexology session but which actually took ages ... as well
as finding all my creaky awful bits ... ("knee not good ... shoulders
very stiff ... hip terrible ... you don't ELIMINATE very well do you,
dear?") the woman decided to give me careers advice too ... "write
articles" she said, "you have so MUCH creative energy it is all LOCKED
UP in your shoulders and you need to SIPHON IT OFF" ... I wandered out
of there on a high ... I floated home ...

I got back to find his lordship slightly tense having been domestically
slaving all day over dishwashers and washing machines and feeding
endless children and hanging things on the line ... I encouraged him
later to tell me what his slight bad mood had been about and regretted
it promptly ... apparently I shed toothpicks where ever I go ...

I remember the bliss of living alone and leaving toothpicks where I
liked ...