The children went back to school this week. Love my children, love spending time with them, but thank goodness for teachers – people who know what kids should be doing with their time and have the ability to make them do it.
I aspire to order like other people aspire to fame and riches. I’ve worried when I get it I’ll feel empty and want to take drugs. Needlessly. This week, I was organised and it felt wonderful. The bottom of the washing pile was within sight. People had the correct uniform with labels. Every child had a regulation see-through pencil case with the right equipment inside. Don’t tell me there’s more to life than this.
Thursday was the 20th anniversary of the day I met my husband. The moment of the occasion wasn’t obvious to either of us at the time. I had just moved and had hardly spoken to anyone for three weeks, so he didn’t get a word in edgewise.
There are a few days a year it does the opposite, but usually Nick reinforces my belief in the miraculous. We got together by a series of apparent accidents. We’re almost exact opposites and not in a way you would think would attract. I’m an overthinking introvert. He’s a practical extravert, proud of his lack of emotion. And yet I can’t imagine being married to anyone else.
Soppy stuff over and done with.
No, that’s a lie. I’d forgotten Shadow. Yesterday, Rachel and I met with Gary, Cadence’s senior associate editor. He and his wife Anita have just brought home a nine-week old border collie. Completely gorgeous. Would turn anyone into a dog lover.
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