I always wonder why some say to me “Oh, I don’t watch the Simpsons”
Tag: dinner time
After a somewhat throbby headachey and bad newsy, stressful day, I managed to wrangle myself a massage. I even managed to come home to an empty house, put the dinner on and have a shower – uninterrupted! Well, except for the blue rubber ball, with the – courtesy of Gozilla…
A reasonable day, once I got over the morning thing. The kids were at school, how bad could it be? Pickup and off to gymnastics, remembering snacks, gymnastics uniform, balls, drawing stuff, changes of clothes, drink bottles, nappies, spare nappies, bum wipes, face wipes, hand wipes, mobile phone, diary, baby…