She’s home, looking disturbingly grown up (this was even acknowledged by several other parents), and wheeling my pink and white camoflage print suitcase. Camp was awesome apparently, but now she’s asleep, after eating the pig ribs I bought from the Spanish deli today, knowing the carnivorous child would love them.

The only mishap was a bull ant bite, sustained while saving Julie, the school principal from said bull ant, which was crawling on her hat. Miss M is extremely unworried about it, and totally okay with the fact her finger is hot and swollen. She won an award for being the survivor of a bull ant bite, which sounds token, but since she wasn’t the only one, she must’ve done it with the aplomb I’d expect.

I’m knackered, thanks to drinking a couple of glasses of wine last night, then waking up to discover I hadn’t switched my alarm on. Happily I woke at the right time, but I was slightly dehydrated and dishevilled, so it started my morning on a sour note. The next sour note was forty minutes later, as I tried to leave for work but couldn’t find my keys. Since I couldn’t leave the house without them, I raced around like a maniac, wondering where the spare set was, then remembering Harry and Mieke (our next door neighbours) have them. Harry gets up as stupidly early as I do, so I rang him, but as he answered, I realised the keys had been in my pocket all along.

Slightly similar was the moment yesterday when I thought I’d lost my wallet but was actually holding it in my hand. Mental note - whenever anything’s lost, chances are it’s on my person somewhere.

So I’m going to feed my animals, drink some water and hit the hay early. Steve has decided we’re training for endurance at the moment, which I think is code for “you won’t be able to move tomorrow”. I guess I’ll find out soon enough!

Today I’m loving: Miss M being home … and the Monster (who may or may not be explained at another time)