I have exactly five minutes to post before I must dash upstairs to do the following: shower and dress post-workout this morning, sort out the airing cupboard (yawn), hang up all the clean clothes - I NEVER iron and especially not since my charming husband laughed at my previous attempts and wake the monkey boy for a fun-filled afternoon (I'll try my best).
I am still feeling a bit zonked from our NYC trip and have been very slack in organising play-dates so MB and I will have to survive by ourselves and go to the local library or something for the afternoon. He loves this as the children's room has bookshelves shaped like a small train. All things train-shaped are a hit with him. If only I could persuade him to take as much interest in the books!
My husband is eating at 'Le Manoir Aux Quat Saisons' this afternoon. Lucky git. I just ate Baxters Healthy Carrot Soup, it tasted very 'healthy' if you know what I mean. He told me last night that he's ordered a cab from there to home at 6pm (bearing in mind it's a celebratory lunch) and to expect him a "little the worse for wear". This usually means he will come in, mumble something like "hemmo" and go straight upstairs to bed where he will fall asleep in his underwear and socks and not stir until our son wakes him at 7am with shouts of "Daddy ! Daddy where are you?!". Nevermind, despite predicting a lack of adult conversation this evening, I have the delights of Ugly Betty to watch and also a DVD of the film "The Devil Wears Prada" - are these the same story?
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