THE DREAM IS OVER

We didn’t attend Aiden’s soccer match on the weekend. His father decided he wanted to watch him for the first time, so we didn’t go. It’s just easier that way.

This meant that Aiden’s lucky talisman, Connor, wasn’t there for the first time. I just looked up the score on their webpage.

They got done. I mean Everton against Arsenal done.

2-9.

2 (1, 2) – 9 (1, 2, 3, 4, oh bugger it, what’s on the other channel?)

I draw no conclusions……

GETTING THROUGH THAT TO-DO LIST

Luscious is out with friends tonight having a girlie-sesh, so I’ve managed to finish that review book and write the review, as well as plough my way through the rest of the manuscript I’m assessing. A couple of days to recover from the awfulness of it all and then I’ll launch into the report itself. A short pause for breath and then the short story collection package beckons…

There’s plenty of rest for the wicked. It’s us oppressed wot have to keep dancing.

A PERSONAL VERSION OF HELL

Working for a company with an ‘H’ as part of the name, and hearing the trainer pronounce it haitch for 8 hours a day…..

CONTAINS UNBEARABLE CUTENESS

How can you not love a 3 year old who wakes you up by flinging open your bedroom door and shouting “Exterminate, exterminate”?

A LONG DAY TOMORROW, MY LITTLE ONES

After three and a half years, and more delays than a federal rail project, the defence lawyers for the doctor who killed Sharon have run out of excuses.

The pre-trial conference is tomorrow. I sit in one room, the defence leeches sit in another, and we pass notes back and forth arguing over just how much a human life is worth.

Just me, and a set of suits who have accepted money to justify killing a perfectly healthy woman.

It is not likely to be a happy experience. The doctor who did the killing won’t even be required to attend. Perhaps he has an important 18 holes booked or something.

The house is quiet, and I can’t get the lyrics from the Pink Floyd song The Trial out of my head.

Just five minutes, Worm your Honour. Him. Me. Alone.