Home Invasion

My sister and her three children have invaded my house. To add to the fun this morning two of Marty’s friends came to visit. They all left about ten minutes ago but my ears are still ringing with the after effects of the noise that I’ve had to endure. I don’t have one of those really tidy houses. It can be quite normal to have to climb through piles of books to move about. But now my books have all been pushed to the side to make room for toy cars, footballs, barbies, games machines, and other toys that I can’t identify as I am completely out of touch with whatever is hip these days in childrens’ toys. I don’t have children and hadn’t realised how different the mess they create is. There seems to be a pink haired mermaid barbie stuffed between the cushions on the sofa, there is chewing gum sticking to my favourite tray, there are biscuit wrappers and pieces of lunch walked into the carpet. I don’t know what the collective noun for toy cars is but I seem to have a wreckage of them strewn around the floor. There’s an extra TV lying one corner of the room beside parts of a sound system which I assume belongs to one of the children. I know that my law books are in here somewhere but I’m fearful of what I will find if I go looking for them.

Marty went and picked up a server rack this morning that was being ditched from Andrew’s office. This seven foot monstrosity seems to have taken residence in my dining room which on top of all the furniture that was moved out of the office will ensure that no-one will be able to dine in the dining room.

I think I need to go and lie down.

Glorious Day

Birds flying high you know how I feel
Sun in the sky you know how I feel
Reeds driftin’ on by you know how I feel

It’s beautiful outside today.