you can run...
woke this morning to crusties on kettamine shouting loudly outside the perou-factory as they covered our front door and gate in rubbish tags (bad attempts to creatively spell their names in felt-tip).
normally this would prompt me to swing into swinging action with one of the three pick-axe handles (for convienience, one rests by each of the perou-factory exits) for some early morning sport.
but today i just didn't fancy it...something must be wrong.
i should have bothered: there was more pen there than ususal and it was in more annoyingly difficult to remove places.
the joys of living in this particular part of the far east.
did the weekly shop at tescos with maximum and z.
now maximum is approaching 4, i thought he might like a playstation game.
returned with a rayman compilation and a monkey balls thing.
it held his interest for about 7 minutes and then he wanted to return to rearranging the furniture which is undoubtably an extension of his love of building with mega-blocks: just with bigger media.
i'm really happy he'd rather be making stuff than playing computer games...but we did give him the chance.
like we gave him the chance to try ice-cream and chips (not together) and he hates them both: he'd much rather have raw carrots or apricot pieces.
spent a lot of today sorting pictures for the book.
i always knew it was going to be a lot of work but hadn't quite appreciated how much.
but, i do want a giant size tome to reflect where i'm at and have been, so it's my own fault.
nephew joe came for orange and carrot cake tea.
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