Lazy

Seeing as it's Wednesday, and I am therefore bored and dispirited after the weekly three-hour meeting in which nothing is ever resolved, today's post is only a little one. Small Person woke up at 4.20am as a result of a bad dream, and I couldn't get back to sleep. So, add tired to the mix and it's probably a good job I don't have access to anything sharp (all potentially dangerous objects were removed by my colleagues long ago). Small Person is, apparently, finding it tough to adjust to the rigours of Year 1, and this manifested itself last night in a breathtaking display of attitude and back-talking. If there had been any passing gipsies I would unhesitatingly sold her to them. We had a long chat about respect and manners, and once she'd stopped screeching and calmed down, things improved. As the Other Half pointed out, it's a good job I've got her through the week at the moment, as the Ex would undoubtedly have lit another rollup and let her get on with it. I'm a very Victorian parent....

In case anyone wants to go and have a look here, the fifth photo down is quite an interesting one. And I like this from yesterdays Borowitz Report.

How dull I am today.