The root of all evil

Phew, this going to work is hard stuff. The girls are on school holidays so the blessed Mary came to look after them yesterday while I ran from one meeting to another. On my friend's recommendation, I watched the L Word last night. I love it but I have to learn to program my video since it's on way too late for me (ie, after 10pm). I never watch Letterman because a) it's on at midnight and b) the tv guides never tell you who is going to be on and if it's worth staying up for. I got a letter at work today.

Happy Easter. Dear Mummy. I love you. Do you love me. I will miss you lots and lots and lots when I got to camp. Love you! Miss I

On Tuesday, after we had a falling out, I found the following on my pillow:

Dear Mrs Green. I hate you. Goodbye for ever. I'm never coming back to this life again. I hope you have the baddest holiday. Bad luck. Miss I.

Today they are at a workshop on Creative Candleabra. Teff, the teacher, lives close by and runs their really cool art workshops from her house. She's an inspiring teacher and the girls are really looking forward to spending the day at her house. Next week the kids are off to a horse riding camp near Cooma. This time they are both going since Miss I had decided she likes horses again. I had my hair cut this morning which was an enormously rewarding time out from the office. Then I got taken to lunch and given a bottle of Moet champagne for signing a contract last week. The bottle had a card that said "with thanks, from mgt". Who are these mgt, I ask myself. Still, I didn't pass up the free lunch at ArtEspresso and had barramundi with a salsa of tomato and pickled lemon. It was yummy. Mgt, of course, like talking about themselves a lot but I tuned out. Now I'm home waiting for the plumber to arrive to run the electric eel through my sewage pipes. I have tree roots which grow into them but faced with choice between $10,000 to replace all my old pipes and $100 a pop to unblock them I am going for the cheaper option. Did I mention it is 30 today? It's the middle of autumn and it's still hot. And no bloody rain. Frost forecast for the weekend, though.

Comments

[kitschenette]

letters to break yr heart! you should keep the letters and show them to her when she is all grown-up (if there is ever such a thing).

sounds like 'mgt.' really appreciate you. lucky you! still, a bottle of moet is hardly recompense for daily boredom and frustration, surely? : )

[anne]

I think Miss I is a gifted letter writer. Perhaps you could employ her to do all your correspondence.

[Tammie]

What did you use to kill the roots?

[anyresemblance]

Tammie, I didn't kill them, I got the plumber to run his electric eel along there and cut through them - an annual exercise as it turns out