Well, Grit's policy of agreeing to most things seems to be paying off. Today we have led an unusually gentle and satisfactory day at the Pile.
Dig, although he remains at the end of a Skype line somewhere in India, has solved the Bat's email problems by dint of being awake and remembering what the screens look like. I can once again extend my penis in 16 different ways but am too late for the Rolex watches. Damn.
Meanwhile, Shark, Squirrel and Tiger have eaten what they want today (baked potatoes and cheesy rice) and Grit has drugged them with endless stories (Animals of Farthing Wood; Tintin; some nonsense about ghosts running a house; Snow Queen). This has led to a non-conflict style of goal attainment in the house. The only exception being a minor and quickly resolved tussle about who gets to sit on the back of the sofa to look over the top of my head and down at the pictures. (People who don't read stories to more than one or two people at a time will not appreciate these challenges, nor how these issues of seating arrangements can, improperly handled, result in a demonstration of hand-to-hand combat techniques on the front room carpet.)
Grit has also had the ready availability of two bottles of beer which she forgot about over Christmas and, if this were not success enough, managed a trip en famille to the big library in town to get out a copy of the Snow Queen film so we can secretly do some educational English-type stuff.
All this, combined with the lovely library book sale which has resulted in sixteen more children's books we don't have shelf space for, makes today a success and an achievement.
Clap clap.
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I love library sales, but as we already have rather more than 16 books we don't have shelves for, I've been ever so good about not going near any for months.
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