13th January, 2006

Another apology....you would normally expect some stunningly witty and insightful story from me on a Friday afternoon. The sad thing is that this business of getting up at 5.15am and getting home, as I have done on the last couple of evenings, after 8pm is something that no doubt is what working for a living is all about. But it is a shock to the system for someone who has been relatively underemployed for a little while and particularly last month. So it was that I found myself tucked up in bed by 9.30pm last night. Feeble. And just to rub salt into the wounds, just as I was nodding off, some 45 minutes later, the phone rang. The dreaded Henrietta....remember her....just ringing up to find out whether I had sent her iPod charger yet and to ask me to find some clarinet music she had also forgotten to take back to school with her. Nothing changes in that regard. Younger brother Bob is exhibiting worrying signs too though. “Evie and I are going out” he told his mother. ” I asked her out and she said yes.” Slight pause.  “Well, actually, that’s not exactly true. She asked me out and I said yes.” 8 years old.....I mean, really. Where have I gone wrong???