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Life’s Too Short

I kept Scarlett off nursery on Friday; we needed a mummy-baby day. We spent most of it curled up on the sofa watching Teletubbies, the Christmas DVD, which has led to me singing “Mary had a baby” constantly ever since.

We drew pictures and amazingly Scarlett managed to recognise my mangled drawings of various Winnie the Pooh and In the Night Garden characters. She didn’t seem to notice that Eeyore looked like he was on speed or that IgglePiggle had had an unfortunate accident with a shovel. After that we pretended to drink tea from those shapes that you’re meant to post through holes with the lid of a pretend cookie jar in place of a teapot. At lunchtime, Scarlett helped me make meatballs (I opened the packet, she counted twenty into a bowl and I microwaved them – what? Like I was going to piss about with minced meat) and we discovered that mayonnaise is surprisingly hard to get out of the carpet.

In the afternoon, I tried to convince her to go to the park but she refused because it was raining. Sensible child. Instead I read books to her and once I couldn’t stand another rendition of Little Red Riding Hood (the crap version where Grandma hasn’t been eaten and is instead hiding in a cupboard), we moved onto the Discworld books (Eric mainly, and The Last Hero because they have pictures). Eventually, I loaded the car up and set-off for her Dad’s; she was asleep within minutes.

It was the best day I’ve had in ages.

And I’m Back

Since having Scarlett, I’ve found it difficult to read anything of any length. In the year after she was born, I finished one book (ReMix by Jon Courtenay Grimwood) which, for someone who used to get through several books a week, is pretty appalling.

I got back into the swing of things a little when the final Harry Potter book came out, I wasn’t able to read it on release night because my head wasn’t in the right place but I did finish it a few days later (after I’d got home from Sectus). And now I’m back to reading Discworld. The fact that I’ve read each of his books at least three times doesn’t bother me, which is rare, I don’t even like rewatching some of my favourite films. So in the last three days I’ve reread Night Watch, The Fifth Elephant and Jingo.

They’re all ‘Watch’ books and feature Sam Vimes, Commander of the Ankh-Morpork City Watch, pretty heavily. In the past I’ve gone through phases of reading the Witches books (mainly for Granny Weatherwax) but this is the first time I’ve had a real Vimes kick. Regardless, it’s nice to be reading again, my head feels like it’s getting back to normal instead of being all over the place with zero concentration.