Shattered

The Chimps have been off school today for a teachers' training day, so Mum has been working from home to look after them. But not even a full day's work compares to just the two-and-a-half hours of Chimp time since I came home.

After a trip to the park we let The Chimps watch Ice Age, but The Boy can't just watch a film. Heavens no. He has to ask questions about every little detail. Who's that? Why's he doing that? Is that man he's fighting his friend? Why isn't that man his friend? Agghhhh. I hadn't even been watching the simple-as-piss plot about a crotchedy loner becoming friends with a social outcast, how the hell should I know?!?

Getting them to eat tea was like trying to convince George Bush that simulating fellatio on Vladimar Putin live on Fox News would be good for his image, but we stood our ground when it mattered and conceeded when it would have been vicious to have continued.

Finally, after what seemed like six years hard graft in a Russian POW camp they've finally gone to bed. And I'm shattered.

PD