*extreme Long Lost Enemy Returns In Dickens Novel voice*
well well well, if it ain’t our old Monday, come back to ‘aunt us!
This was taken yesterday, on a Sunday that included a three-hour nap, haircuts, Aladdin (ALADDIN!), and fat, new-bread sandwiches with hot chocolate. If Sunday were a character in a Dickens novel, it would be the delicately beautiful heiress who marries the hero but dies before she can get out a full sentence.
Today, well. Shopping. Cleaning. Gardening centre. Fish-pie-which-we-call-seaside-pie-because-it-sounds-less-gag-reflexy. I bought a climbing rose! I’m very excited! This is adulthood, right?
And this. I would like to tell you that this is not why I had children. It’s totally not why I had children.