Hors de Combat

I bin poorly - poor li'l me. Gah. Poorly enough to do ABSOLUTELY BUGGER ALL except the barest necessities - kids to and from school, fed and put to bed. The rest of the time I spent cuddled in a fleecy blanket, rocking back and forth and moaning softly to myself. And now the kitchen table is so covered with paperwork I can't find it, not for ready money. Even though I know roughly where it's supposed to be.

Lapsed memberships and insurance policies, and un-accepted invitations to parties, and BILLS, and uncatalogued catalogues I can bear, but not applying for tickets to school Christmas plays?* (Right about now I need to know how to spell that noise that happens when you suck air in between tightly clenched teeth. Is that the one commonly rendered as 'Tsk'? Actually I want something with more of an air of life-or-death about it. Bit more doomy. (When I told Beri that Sid was going to be a star, he said 'No. She's going to be a TOILET. The Toilet of DOOOM.') Anyway.)

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Luckily, as I started this post DAYS ago, I am now in a position to tell you that not only did we get tickets, we got excellent tickets. For the first time I will actuall SEE a child of mine on stage, rather than having to guess their whereabouts. Ah, what the heck, it will be coming out on DVD soon anyway.

And now I have forgotten the point of this post - I'm signing off. Kit and two of his friends are sitting at the dining room table doing everything EXCEPT their homework, supper needs to be a'cookin', and I really REALLY need to finish my book (Space. Really REALLY dense. Next up - The Shack. I really REALLY hate reading books that I know I am obliged to find good thing to say about. I so often can't, and discussing the book then becomes a game of finding stuff to say that SOUNDS as if I liked it, but that's not actually a big fat lie. Morally VERY shaky ground there.)

O hang on, there was a lovely evening where Jeremy discovered that our AA membership did not, in fact, cover Home Start. The plan had been for me to call the AA in the morning, and get them to change the recently bought and extremely flat tyre, so I could drive to the garage and spend the day arguing the toss with the tyre sales department. So, at 11:30 PEE EM, he and I piled out onto the forecourt, him to do the manly changing of the tyre and me to do the Dance of the Seven Parkas on the forecourt, to keep the motion sensor light on. That was fun.

Also also, while we are on the subject of the AA, I heard tell that American Airlines was founded, and was run for ages, by a very devoutly Christian family - Millenialists of some description, believing that at the Second Coming the faithful would be bodily taken up into Heaven. Now - of the two pilots in the cockpit, one would always be of a similar religious persuasion, natch, but the other had to be a non-believer. This was in case the Rapture occured during a flight - the believer would disappear out of the cockpit, but the infidel would still be able to land the plane safely. How caring is that?