Its been a while since my last post of any substance,-not that any of my rantings really have any substance –my excuse is I have been busy with the following-Going to grown up work,House bashing,Daddy duty and desperately trying to get some Shed therapy (see the other blog shedtune cars for movements in the shed)
Some progress has been made on the house –we may have an operating Bathroom in the main house by Christmas 2020,-that's after Ive sold my last working kidney to pay a fucking plumber to make a decent job of it- and the 3 year old may be able to move into his bedroom in time for his 18th birthday-just in time to move out with any luck
Ive been enjoying “grown” up work its allowed me to mingle with grown ups that share my grumpy outlook on the modern “everything is shite” world ,although I'm still shouting at the telly and swearing at stupid twats on the radio
Daddy duty has been following the same old routines-
Bastard ballet and Sodding Cubs providing the biggest logistical nightmares –I have to admit Ballet has become easier thanks to teaming up with another parent running the “Pink Tutu gauntlet”
A particularly high maintenance morning /school run in which all three little angels where being bloody high maintenance - 3 year old became freaked by a spider in the downstairs toilet (I often get freaked by that downstairs toilet and if it wasn’t for the Classic car publications in there I wouldn’t use it either) so he decided to pee in my wellie boot in the adjacent utility room- 8 year old ate his breakfast in silence then went back to bed without me knowing - I was busy emptying piss filled boots and mopping floors,all whilst trying to prepare 3 off packed lunches that didn’t consist of just a packet of jammy dodgers each. Hence we were running late as I pulled out the drive and the 5 year old announced she had forgot to put a vest on…
Rather than sell the kids on eBay I offered to place my self up for auction-
“Used Father of three, reasonable working order, could do with some maintenance, comes with own shed and hand tools”
I was heartened to hear replies from the behind me of “we would buy you”
