my son, he's not been playing by the rules, there's no eye to eye, I think he wants us
dead half the time/ more than half the time he helps with the dinner. though not necessarily
the washing up/
the kitchen has become smaller, things -- dinner -- only get done in it with elbows, low-level
violence, almost, almost, as on TV.
the weather has not been awful but inconsistent, yes, like we are not being looked after quite properly
perhaps it's because we have not been playing by the rules/
at dinner, for example, those rules
whatever the conditions, we shall be playing by the rules!
. We stoically eat. Watch TV
Be glad of one diversive thought voiced//
something -- the something that will work -- must be done!
My son, he's in his room. He quiets in there.
accumulated over days text with no memory of /writing/accumulating / I fancy happily it is text of no value
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it was mother's day in japan the day ("mothering sunday") the day this "blogpost" was "posted"
ReplyDeletemaybe next year we can make some cards with anti-sentimental (I think the above is "anti-sentimental") but I am not sure . . .
make sure not to mispell i.e., anti-semetic etc!
no idea where the above blogtext came from
ReplyDeleteanyway i will use it