Good: Although the dearly beloved woke in huffs at various points last night, the official milk wake up came at 6, which wasn't too bad.
Good: McK and I had promised ourselves two delicious restaurant meals before I go back to work, and thus we poddled off on the bus (surely what they would want of all their customers) to Chez Bruce, commonly known as the best restaurant in South London, a mere hop skip and a jump away from the 319 bus stop (and a rather good bookshop with loads of good kids books - erk, another £20 spent). The food was amazing. well, the starter was really incredible. Salmon, presented slices thinly in a smoked salmon style, but raw, with mashed avocado in two leaf shaped portions, and small delicious snips of onion, tomato etc, plus prawn tempura, with just the right amount of lemon juiec and something a lot softer and sweeter but still citrussy. Oh and toasted pine nuts. Wow. Main was baked cod which was great, and cooked fantastically, but lacked the dumbfoundingly delicious factor of the first. Mango sorbet for dessert was, you know.. a really good home made mango sorbet. Shrug. It was all good though. Next week, St Johns.
Bad. Both kids have got colds. Oh God.
Bad. I go back to work in TWO WEEKS ARRRGH.
Bad and / or good dependent on where he's at. Get even better than you are now, love. xxx
Good. Read "The Wonder Spot", Melissa Bank's second novel at last. Very easy read if slightly unnerving in the "She's a little too much like me in places" territory. Unfortunately labelled as "Chicklit", this woman simply writes extremely well about the everydayness and beauty in the mundanity of life. I think she's recognised as a good writer in the US. She is. Although as McK asked: "Does it have clothes in it?" The first page had shoes, I think. He looked at me straight and said "I won't like it".
Bad. Yeeeeuch. Monkey (black, long haired cat) has an absess above his eye. He got in to some sort of dreadful fight with one of the gits from down the road, and I noticed a very nasty scratch above his eye. It start to swell and distort his eyeball, and I realised we had some antibiotics left over from when they got their teeth cleaned. Unfortunately, i got to him too late, becuse he stayed out all night. I forced some down his throat this morning, whilst trying to ignore the revolting smell and the green puss smeared over one side of his forehead. Well, I did warn you with the "Yeuchhh" did I not? More importantly, I've discovered that you can buy cat antibiotics without being a vet over the net for £15 for 50 tabs! That's enough for 5 infections! they have a relatively quick sell by date, so I think I'll buy 50 and split them with some cat owning friends. When you think of how much vets charge for that shit, it's outrageous! In the interests of free distribution of information, here's the link to el cheapo cat medicine. Good for dental infections, abcesses and generally ugly horrors. What, you're going to tell me I really should go to the vet? I would, except all they'd do is give me the same antibiotics and charge me £75 for a consultation and 10 of the little buggers.
Bad. Shattered as usual. Going to bed now. Hopefully I'll get the odd bit of sleep in amongst the wakings up with bunged up noses and coughing up of guts.
