It's early morning and the sky glows pink in the window in front of me. It must be windy outside because the purple clouds fly by.
No 3 is still asleep. Tonsillitis. High temperature.
I should be tidying up ready to drive to the airport and pick up mum later, instead I'm faffing here and deciding what to have for breakfast. I know I'd feel better with a green tea and gluten free something. Instead my body is craving sugar and coffee.
I was always of the opinion that it was good to listen to your own body... but not this one.
Can you believe Christmas was only a month ago? It feels like ages.
And we haven't had any snow.
We're going to Venice for the Easter break and then to my parents for a few days.
I'm sure the boys will fall for its magic. It's a place like no other.
When I grew up it was the main school trip destination but I haven't been in 25 years or so. Geesh, that makes me sound old!
I can't wait.
To see Venice, not to be old.
What should I read when I'm there. Don't say Shakespeare... I won't. I would like something romantic and old fashioned...
According to Goodreads.com there are 227 books set in Venice.
Should I go for the classic 'Death in Venice' by Thomas Mann? Henry James' 'Wings of a dove'? or a more modern Jeanette Winterson 'The Passion'? or a detective novel like 'Death a la Fenice' by Donna Leon? Or maybe Hemingway's 'Across the river and into the trees' (which I'd never heard of by the way)?
Too many choices. Unquestionably not enough time.
No 3 in his pre-tonsillitis pre-delirious phase had decided he was going to set a 'children's party'.
The manifest is simple: more television, less school, no work.
He'll be prime minister in a few years time.
And all because I asked him to take out the rubbish.
You never know what will inspire your children, folks!
I bought myself a new pair of fabric scissors.
My old ones were not the same after the electrician 'borrowed' them. Yeah... let's not dwell on that...
These are nice. VERY nice.
And if anybody touches them... they'll DIE.