Ain't no sunshine....

..but that's okay because I REALLY like rain.

We had rather a lot of it here today and some blustery winds. Our roof is still over our heads, unlike some unfortunates down south.

Yesterday was a day off work and as you do, I nicked out in the morning and bought a mountain bike. The ortho guy said not to walk while I have this Achilles tendinopathy thing going on so I figured riding a bike would be okay?

You can forget how to ride a bike you know.

I discovered this yesterday. As we live very close to a rather large cemetery, I figured this would be a good place to go and reacquaint myself with the riding of a bike - some nice windy roads and not a lot of traffic plus I like the ambiance. I stayed away from the funeral chapel and a burial that was taking place.... out of respect. Who wants a large middle-aged woman in a sparkly silver helmet with her pants leg rolled up doing wheelies and whooping up and down the path at their funeral after all?

Today I have a sore unmentionable.

Another outcome of yesterday's unexplained burst of energy was a cleaned up courtyard. I moved the barbeque, the swing seat and picked up a lot of dog poop. The dog hovered around looking guilty. If I was there while someone picked up tonnes of my poop I'd probably look like that too. Disgusting mutt. Acres of wasteland down the very back, but no... gotta poop in the courtyard.

Early-Shirley (neighbour) was out there checking out what I was up to. She's good at keeping tabs on the goings on in our yard. Sorry for all the "Goddam sums of bishes" and various other outbursts of mine, Shirl.... that bloody swingseat has a nasty streak and was determined to create problems from the moment we aquired it....

Noise had a shite day today and texted me a couple of hundred times to let me know what a shite day he was having, so I cooked him his favourite tonight - carbonara and french cheesecake for desert - and have finally packed him off to bed. Pencils let me know, with five minutes notice bless her cotton socks, that she had volunteered for somethingorother down at the school this evening. "Doggammit, Pencils. Stop volunteering to do shit!" was my reaction. I'm a very bad mother. I dropped her off at the school, because heading out at night after dinner in brass monkey weather is my idea of a fun thing to do and then headed out again to pick her up an hour or so later. Asshat rang, whining about something Noise had done that he wasn't supposed to and could he come over and pick up the Xbox. Ooh... there's a no-brainer. NO.

(FYI, flipping the bird at the caller when you hang up the phone in front of the child of the caller is perhaps not the best example to set.... but is guaranteed to elicit a belly laugh from said child.

What a dick.. what he really wanted was the Xbox ( to play with, no doubt) as setting any form of disciplinary parameters for Noise and Pencils has never really figured on his list. Seriously... he had to be told that children's beds should have linen on them AND it should be washed regularly.... to which I will add "yuck". I'm so glad I haven't lived with him for nigh on 12 years.

So there you go... my life of thrills and spills...

I'm off to watch a DVD in bed and ignore the craving for chocolate.... because Bastille Day is now only 14 days away..... AND THE HARRY POTTER MOVIE COMES OUT THE NEXT DAY!!! I'm not going to stay late at the ball because I want to be up bright and early to secure the movie tickets. Got my ducks all in a row.

Sleep tight, possums.