Monday 9 March 2009

Death on The Plains

Honest to goodness, I know I THINK about making money all the time, but I surely don't WRITE about it all the time, do I? I look at the google ads and can't believe they are still not coming up with anything more interesting. There will come a time when I may need to knock them on the head.
My job (and I wont mention what it is as it is not going to generate interest), is good for freeing up the mind as I said before when I wrote a novel in my head. But today I spent the whole time fretting about my children and their sad wee lives. It was very draining and I arrived home exhausted. Meg came in smiling and quite well-adjusted and Finn came in telling jokes. Tony burst into the house and told us we were all going WHITE WATER RAFTING (highlighting the interesting bits might help) tomorrow and we needed to find wet suits and life jackets. I did establish that he is not driving the raft, or whatever you do to it, before agreeing. Pete, the very sensible and well qualified Scotsman is going to be the responsible person, so there IS some hope of survival. He then asked Finn if he wanted to go shooting rabbits and Finn was out of his uniform and into his rabbiting socks before I could say "My little boy just wants to go home".
I went and had a tennis lesson at which I performed very badly. I stayed on and had a few games with Maggie. This late home-ness is confirmation for Tony that I am having an affair with the coach. He is surprised at Spooks naivety.
Finn has just come home with his first rabbit, which he killed with a clean shot. Oh, helpmaboab.
Apparently he needs it for science!!!!

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