By Shirley Jackson
I worked too hard for ten weeks, like, stupid hours, like, getting home at 1am and then getting up at 4am to go back to work. It was fucking fucked. So Easter was meant to be my time to relax a little, have some quality time with the kids, mow the lawns and read a book or two. It started with taking Miss Norsename to the Wiggles concert last week (I used to blog about going to see Japanese noise band Melt-Banana, now I'm going to Wiggles concerts... ready! steady! kill me!) but at the concert she caught a cold. Now me, the missus and both kids have colds, and the three month old hasn't done a poo in four days. They can't go out much during the day either because of their colds and so they, and we, have cabin fever. Bedtime is a disaster. We have to lay with them for up to two hours. If we try to leave there's tears. I did mange to read a book though - this one - and here's my review (because I'm pressed for time and at any second one of the kids might start screaming again): It was a very good book. I give it a B+.
PS: Did I mention we moved to Colac? I'll say this about Colac, it's not as bad as Moe.