Sunday, 8 August 2010

In recovery

Thanks to yesterday's marathon seven hour drive. One side of my body remains paralysed with motorway. The spasms on the other side I attribute to the 110% industrial strength coffee backing up in my arteries.

Consequently I do nothing more than alternatively slump and twitch myself around the house. Occasionally I drape my barely coherent carcass over a variety of household goods and kitchen furnitures. That process is called pretending to do stuff and look like I care.

It can account for the fact that my online chronicle of survival will today display only a collection of kid tennis shoes.

I have turfed these out a cupboard, abandoned them on a carpet, and left them there, where everyone can use them to trip over.

For one fleeting moment I fancied I might compose a blog entry about the hazards of sorting out a matching pair of tennis shoes when you have three kids with identity issues, the same shoe size, and two minutes to go before the tennis lessons start.

But then I realised the post-M42 traumatic stress had begun so I went to lie down instead.


sharon said...

Yes you should rest and recover from the PTM42. I'm sure Dig can divvy out the tennis shoes. This may sound obvious but why don't the gritlets initial their shoes with permanent ink to save the sorting problem. Or they could do as my younger son did during some of the less than fascinating lectures at Uni and draw intricate patterns all over them.

kellyi said...

I've had my own motoring excitment recently - namely "how far can you go on the E for empty?"

This is because I have lost my bank card, so we are dealing in only cash which I have £3.21 of. Argh.

(As a side note, can I just say how much I love your other blog Smug HE Bastard?)

Big mamma frog said...

Hmmm..I've lost my bank card too. Do you think there's a conspiracy theory?

Elizabeth said...

While you're lying down--gaze upon your book shelf. And if you could be so good to send me any good recommendations for anything on Henry VIII, his great daughter--and anything worthwhile written about the great Tudors. I've signed up for a couple classes--and have time to do some research before it starts. Thanks!! My email is

MadameSmokinGun said...

Those shoes are remarkably white.

An impossibility in my house.


Deb said...

What you need is three different colored Sharpies that you can use to emblazon each girl's things with a different color.

On the other hand, that might lead to arguing over the color green or something...

Sorry, I got nothing.

Angela said...

You always make me laugh.

Grit said...

hi people! thank you for your comments. the tennis shoes are all paired up, bagged up and deposited at the charity shoe bucket!