Husband was out for the day on Sunday, so I had sheer joy of going to watch two football matches back to back. Yay…
Came back exhausted. Amazing how standing at the side of a pitch doing nothing completely tires you out. Maybe it’s having to make idle chit-chat with parents you’re only on nodding terms with. I could’ve just stood next to them in silence, but we all know that’s impossible for a woman.
On return home decided I deserved a large gin & tonic in the back garden – sun was out so it would’ve been rude not to. I was going to wear my sunglasses, read my book, chill out and enjoy a bit of peace & quiet. For half an hour. That’s all.
Peace & quiet lasted five minutes.
First my youngest appeared, asking if he and his tribe of friends could traipse through the house to the garage for ice lollies. Obviously I had to supervise: shoes off, front door not abandoned wide open, freezer lid firmly closed. As opposed to: muddy shoes through the house, a wind tunnel hurtling down the hall, and the freezer lid left up thawing all the food quicker than you can say, “Shut the bloody lid!”
Settled myself back down then eldest appeared, asking if I had any change for his bus fare. Obviously he was incapable of finding my purse – on the dresser under his nose. He’d walked right past it to get to me.
Had just returned to my sunny spot when Cantankerous Cat appeared, demanding to be fed. Obviously I was the only one qualified to do this; everyone else had suddenly gone deaf, hadn’t noticed her pacing around, had no idea where we kept the cat food and probably didn’t even realise we owned a cat.
Took off my sunglasses, put down my gin, closed my book and waved goodbye to my dream of a few minutes peace and quiet.
Couldn’t believe it…I’d been sitting behind the wall, round the corner of the house, with my legs tucked in, in absolute silence…
…and they’d still ALL FOUND ME!!