Posted on Tuesday, September 22, 2009
in Family, Strange and Unusual
Laughingboy has discovered the roof of his mouth. He wrote a song about it last night which was 182 verses long, and being the clever kid that he is, he knew that in order to get the entire song finished before school, he’d have to begin at 4am. ‘Iggle iggle diddle iddle iggle iggle diddle iggle…’ ad finitum. It’s very pleasant to listen to, but not in the wee squishy hours of the morning.
Then I discovered in my sleepy crankiness while loading Laughingboy onto his schoolbus, that somebody had come along during the night and torn my sapling plum tree to shreds. It’s literally in ribbons all over the front garden, with just a wee pathetic stalk jutting out from the ground where the tree used to be. It yielded three plums this summer, they were delicious. What sort of cretin tears up a baby plum tree?
Then I was treated like a lazy boyfriend at the opticians and was badgered into giving a reason as to why I haven’t called them in such a long time. They told me I have Blepharitis. I didn’t even know I possessed a Blephar.
It’s going to be a weird day.