i realised or rather i have realised that for some time i haven't blogged at all. it's not as if i have nothing to say more that some of the things are too raw to speak of . but the week as past me by and pants world is as it was. so now maybe it is the time to write.
so here goes the attitude decided she wasn't ever coming home and so adulf has been in and out collecting things for her. as soon as i think i have a few hours spare i then get the call to say that he will be over and to put the kettle on for the inevitable coffee. adulf has his own coffee here he won't drink mine. when i am feeling murderous i give his coffee to other people instead of my cheaper brand . well it is the little things that keep me amused his did for seven yrs. so i have been subject to endless trampled stairs and mutterings about how much crap she has in her room.think the highlight for me when a rather white faced adulf came down and quietly gave me a packet of durex he had found in her room. that may well have been a u tube moment. first time i went into her room and opened the wardrobe it hit me that there was nothing there, my stomache hurt , the room spun, the world dropped a little and i had to shut the door of the room after just so i didn't have to see how empty it was.
so i had to do something to take my mind off things. and when things get like that quiet and i am in danger of thinking too much music is a good distraction. the thing is on further investigation of my cd collection i come to realise that most of the music i have seems to be in danger of wearing incontinence pants and dribbling into it's soup. ah well music is music so i spent a good few hours on my own with the music on full blast playing air guitar in my kitchen. unfortunately for me the back door was open and i was caught red faced by the neighbours not only playing air guitar but singing to. and all of that was only on the sunday . these pants still had to wonder into the exitment of another week.
the fluffy one went back to school this week complaining that none of hit jumpers or shirts fit him. he is lying ofcourse they do fit him it's just his arms are slightly too long thats all . so we now have the joy of the morning and afternoon school runs and all the wonders that they hold. i have decided that in order to remember all of what happens and what i think to take a notebook with me.
the highlight of today though was leaving my fluffy nine yr old in charge of iceland shopping for tea . i was expecting him to get the one pound pizza and leave but no . the first warning sign was when he got a basket out of the pile. i really should have known then but no i let that one slide. so pizza , garlic bread , chicken super noodles , box drinks and and everest of crisps later we were finally on our way home.
i had to break the news that the indestructable gold fish had finally expired two weeks after i finally nepalmed the dirt off the tank. he asked me where is was .
"Burial at sea ." was my reply
fluffy nodded sagely,
"you flushed him down the toilet then." he said
"mmmmm" was my reply
and now here we are and it's friday night. another week looms large in pants world but first i have a weekend to get through. a garden to mow, dead moths to hover up from my stairs where they all seem to go to die. sometimes i wish i planned more to do but weekends always seem to drag in at pants manor.
but until next time ladies and gentlemen the pants have left the building.
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