I’ve just learned, via a blog I subscribe to (“The Feckless Goblin”) that apparently Christ is coming to earth on Saturday. Perhaps I should bake a teacake.
Maybe he can do something about my bottom. It’s sore from sitting stuck in this chair. I’ve been typing out thousands of words of drivel and I’m not even sure what genre it is. Meant to be for a ‘speculative fiction’ competition so I went for horror as the seemingly most attainable category… I think I’ve ended up with 3.5K of something like comic quasi-mystery with a touch of gore. Don’t really know what to do with it now. Yoga tomorrow, that’s for sure.
Lara’s taken up yet another extra-curricular activity as of today. Dance classes. Oh, apparently it’s ‘Jazz’ – sort of mini-musical performance stuff. It’s held at the school in the evening, and Ruby and Indiah are there too. It was quite sweet, she came in and the teacher said “Oh hello, well it looks like we’ve got a new person today. Anyone know Lara? Oh, everyone,” as a sea of hands shot up. She did have a very good time and is keen to continue, but some of her enthusiasm might have been from the fact that she needed the toilet quite badly and couldn’t stop bouncing anyway.
God I’m stiff and fat. Someone prise me off this chair.