...and life has returned to normal in Blogley in that there are no more moves, no more exciting school beginnings and Little Prince is as snug as a bedmite in his school: the ever popular Blogley Primary. So back to normal life eh? Well... hardly. I told you in the last post that Mrs.SAHD is with calf and having looked at the baby name books I 'aint got no inspiration. What is it with baby names? My suggestion of 'Elvis' is to her suggestion of 'Peter' - we aren't even on the same page. Why can't I call my new baby foo foo wixie trixie...? I mean, if it's good enough for Sir Bob then it's good enough for SAHD baby number 2.
So the new house is ok. It's bigger and much more convenient for the SAHD family. We can ignore each other much more easily in this house than Blog Cottage. LP is as I type asleep in his palatial bedroom but, you know what? I can't help but hanker after the charms of olde worlde Blog Cottage and the amazing location it has. I just hope the new owners appreciate it and all the hard work we put into the place.
Otherwise, I'm now officially allowed to call myself a...ahem... 'consultant' as someone once memorably told me..... "All consultants do is charge you a zillion bucks to tell you exactly what you knew in the first place but were just afraid to admit .." Obviously I add a whole lot more than that now I have the whole SAHD thing to put in my toolbox. I have found it a bit of a revelation the whole going back into an office after a period of absence: Yes! I can confirm it is all a load of bollox! People sweating over computer screens talking of concalls and email backlogs and how,"....Nigel is going to be chuffing livid if I don't have the report on his desk by 5pm COP"
(COP = Close Of Play).
Anyway, I'm worth it. Just as Andi McDowell is - yet I look younger but still have more grey hair, weird huh?
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