Life in Middle Girth

It’s the old boy’s birthday today, and you have to feel a bit sorry for him - I got up early (for me) to cook bacon & eggs, and he’d already had his brekky, I didn’t have a pressie organised and neither did any of the kids, and he’s still reeling from a bad report from his diabetes nurse yesterday. Think she might have given him a bit of a bollocking about his HbA1c reading - he’s up to 9, in fact she said she didn’t know why he was worrying about his hip (another story) because that wasn’t going to kill him, he should be worried about the diabetes. Now he’s out on a callout (12.02am)

Ah well, at least he had a blat round the squash court tonight and some different company. There is a fun tournament on today, tomorrow and Saturday and Brent and the two big boys are playing. He likes the trou I gave him, Mike got him Lotto, Pip has a shirt but dunno if she gave it to him yet.

Pip was an utter bitch yesterday. With a capital B.

How can such a small boy have such smelly feet? Dunx feet reek - think it’s because of his sandals. Have just instigated a regime of baby powder after his shower, so I hope that works. I know the bathroom floor, bedroom floor, passage floor and every towel in the bathroom smell better!

(History repeating - when one of the big boys, think it was Michael, was about 18 months he decided not to have his afternoon nap. Instead he tried to find out how much powder was in a baby powder tin, with disastrous results - and he was known as “Snow” for a while after that.)

Mike sat and passed his restricted driverys licence today.

Note to self: Analyse feelings about "GG" at work.

Ohh too tired, going to bed.

L8r,

AJ

I mean, Jaybee. AJ is my work nickname!