Things are gearing up to Christmas and Summer is finally here – for today anyway. Yesterday was rainy and the school picnic in the park was cancelled. But today is glorious. The kids are outside playing with water pistols. They’re alternating between good-natured fun, and fights over the ultimate war-crime: attacking during the opponents refill time.
Summer has me pining for days of old. Sitting in the shade, legs in the sun, drink in hand, talking nonsense. These days I’d rather switch the drink and talking for a book and silence, but washing needs folding and someones got to clean up the cat spew. I’ll have to settle with the fact that the kids are having fun, and that’s what counts.
All in all, I’m having a better time than husband, who is still reeling from the rather traumatic removal of two wisdom teeth. Nearly two months on and he’s still having a rough time. He’s coping well, so long as we don’t make any sudden movements, stay out of his way, and avoid eye-contact. Here’s hoping he’s better before Christmas, because I’ve got a big juicy steak to throw on the BBQ and it’s got his name on it.