Ms Staples wanted to know if I’d finished that story I was working on, since she was hoping to read it over the Easter break. I said not yet. I said I was trying to do some v complex things with plot and style, which were holding me up a bit. I said I was aiming to finish it over Easter, when I had more free time. She said she can’t wait.
Came straight home to pack for my secret weekend across the road. Nan, Justin and Mr Kipling were all sitting on the sofa. Neither Geek Boy nor Mr Kipling usually has any expressions except asleep and awake, but today they both actually looked WORRIED. In the kitchen the MC and Sigmund were re-enacting the war in Kosovo. I asked what was happening. Justin said Sigmund had just informed the MC that he had a conference to go to this weekend and had only come home to get his kit and the MC went BALLISTIC. Nan said that even though Sigmund’s her son she wouldn’t blame my mother if she beat him to death with his electronic organizer. (Spoken like a true Christian, right?!!) I said that personally I couldn’t see what she was all wound up about since he was never home anyway. Justin found another expression – contempt – and said he reckoned that was the whole point. Even babysitting the twins has got to be less stressful than dealing with this lot!!!