Bedknobs and head lice
Sunday, September 05, 2004
I missed my word quota yesterday but I'm not going to beat myself up. Instead, while Laura and the kids went on a bike ride with some friends I did my quota for today. That's a big change for me - getting straight back on the horse after a fall. I'm finding the outline useful now, both in terms of providing focus for the main story elements of Donna's Nipple but also letting me see where there are potential holes and longeurs. A couple of sub-plots need to be fleshed-out more but I think the main storyline rocks along at a fair old pace. The sex helps, of course.
The rest of the day was spent putting together Sean's new bed, a metal bunk thing with desk and futon underneath. The instructions were almost useful and I only had to take the thing apart once to change the frame around. The weather was hot and sticky today and there was no air in Sean's room, even with the window open, so I was in desperate need of a shower when I finished. I just beat Isla to it.
Now I'm going to knock up some dinner for Laura and me and then I'm going to plan my run and other stuff for tomorrow and settle down later to watch Ed Norton in American History X.
Laura bought an electric nit comb today for Kirstie's hair. Reigate schools seem to have an epidemic of nits: year in year out we get letters back from the headmistress telling us that there's a new outbreak. Where Kirstie picked them up from this time over the summer holidays is a mystery but this comb is better than the usual stinky lotions. It whines away as it goes through the hair: when the sound stops it has destroyed a head louse. We got quite a rhythm going in Kirstie's hair. Wheeee bop wheeee bop whee bop whee bop bop bop. Whoever thought killing could be such fun? Texan governors, I guess.
The rest of the day was spent putting together Sean's new bed, a metal bunk thing with desk and futon underneath. The instructions were almost useful and I only had to take the thing apart once to change the frame around. The weather was hot and sticky today and there was no air in Sean's room, even with the window open, so I was in desperate need of a shower when I finished. I just beat Isla to it.
Now I'm going to knock up some dinner for Laura and me and then I'm going to plan my run and other stuff for tomorrow and settle down later to watch Ed Norton in American History X.
Laura bought an electric nit comb today for Kirstie's hair. Reigate schools seem to have an epidemic of nits: year in year out we get letters back from the headmistress telling us that there's a new outbreak. Where Kirstie picked them up from this time over the summer holidays is a mystery but this comb is better than the usual stinky lotions. It whines away as it goes through the hair: when the sound stops it has destroyed a head louse. We got quite a rhythm going in Kirstie's hair. Wheeee bop wheeee bop whee bop whee bop bop bop. Whoever thought killing could be such fun? Texan governors, I guess.
