Is there such a thing as Easter Lethargy? I think I may have caught it.
Breathing seems too tedious. Housekeeping, education? Oh dear. As for writing, forget it. Brain mush.
Talking of which, what's that stupid competition, eh? Never heard such a load of twaddle. Not only voting but having to vote EVERY DAY?? I suppose I'm still in the running so I ought to plug it, in the wild chance that there's anyone out there reading this in the next few days who actually hasn't heard of it. Ahem.. 'Vote ye, vote ye for Story Number 5, “CO2” at http://www.strictlyshakespeare.com/.” Vote ye because I'm never going to send anything there again and this is the one-and-only. It's doubly annoying because my story's by far the best anyway, and should have won in the first place. Load of claptrap. And it's not even such a great story.
Grunt and turn over.
Amid the lethargy, we summoned up the umph to get to the 'Easter Bunny versus Easter Bilby' thing today. Well, it was OK and it got us out of the house for a couple of hours, but it wasn't up to the standard of the fossils or the rockpools. For one, you're not about to get your hands on a bilby so the oooh factor automatically goes down by several notches. It doesn't really matter for kids whether your 'hands on' factor is tigers or earthworms, as long as they can feel something moving and wriggling the interest levels rocket. If it's all paperwork and foraging it's never quite the same. Still, they had an easter-egg hunt and a story, a wildlife quiz and some colouring, so in general boxes ticked and items accomplished. Tomorrow we've got Bush Art, so we'll see how that goes.
Ah, lethargy setting in. I'm off up to bed. Got hooked on Mario this evening, and I'm unbelievably bad at it. My right thumb is aching. Nite nite.
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