Golden arches πI needed a break.
PeelerSheila
Haven't got bedside drawers but my bedside table is actually my daughter's desk, which is too small for her to use effectively as a desk anymore. It sits in between her bed and mine and functions as both our bedside tables. As well as random desky things it displays an odd assortment of children's books and toys, moisturising lotions and lip balms. Inside the single cupboard of the desk are some books I like to keep near me (like the Tao the Ching, which I read, and a family hymn book, which I don't). I also keep a spare phone there. Mostly there is a selection of old exercise books the kids did school work in during the early years in the before times, when nobody had anxiety or school refusal and they were enthusiastic about learning and school in general. They were golden times and I didn't realise it, and sometimes I get some of those books out and read some of their crazy imaginative stories and think about it all.
When I'm at work (food manufacturing) I don't mind because I'm getting paid for it, so when I'm doing it at home it seems an especially thankless task!
Leftover pasta sauce with ravioli
Roadworks in my street today. Wonder how long it'll last this time. It's only been a couple of years since the last lot, and my street is only 10 houses long!
Was there yowling on the tram?
This sounds nice; simple, indulgent and life affirming.
I'm not sure either, and I'm really conscious of it when I take my kids with me π³ It's like, I know you've got problems but don't. talk. to. my. kids when you're off your head mate, or we will have a problem.
I had one come up to me in the supermarket tonight and ask for money. I said I didn't have any cash. The next person he asked said, "nah the bank's got all mine!"
Chaos! Nah, they get to choose the nursing home π
Rant warning. Red paint. Everywhere. π€ͺ
Miniest made a storybook costume for today's parade a couple of nights ago and it looked great. She painted it red with acrylic paint and used her nans drop sheet (Nan's an artist) to protect the floor. All good, it dried beautifully, she put a cartoon face on it and it looked great. While I was at work yesterday Mr P decided it needed second coat of paint. He poured red oil paint all over it (over acrylic) and put no protection down. On the dining table π€¦πΌββοΈI came home from work to discover tacky wet red paint all over everything (think light switches, toilet lid and seat, pale grey living room curtains, carpet, my mother's table cloth, children, fridge door, walls.. I mean everything). Paint on the little face she'd made. I said, "why didn't you tell him no?" And she said she did but he just did it anyway π€¦πΌββοΈI said, "this has to come off because it won't dry on time," (it says on the instructions that it takes between a week and 6 months to fully harden) so we spent the rest of the evening sopping all that paint off; it took a whole double length roll of kitchen towel, a roll of toilet paper, most of a box of gloves and several newspapers. Elder Minipeeler was an invaluable asset in this. And it was still a bit wet in places! This morning I opened the dishwasher and discovered that he'd just tossed the paintbrushes he'd used in there on the top rack and turned it onπ€¦πΌββοΈπ€¦πΌββοΈ Now I have paint on the plastic containers, cups and glasses as well. Miniest wanted me to paint the words Once Upon A Time... on the spine of the book in gold, which I did this morning (it's fast drying gold metallic paint) and the red paint is still a bit wet in places π€¦πΌββοΈSo she's off to school with red painty hands and a very slightly damp in places project, but one she's happy with. I said, "don't stand near a girl with an expensive store bought costume whatever you do!"
I suppose I'll laugh one day.
Did I happen to mention that I'm allergic to mineral turps?