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09.08 – 09.14

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Life

I pushed through a charity shop clear out of a heap of almost-never-played-with toys and felt pretty good about it. Although of course because the kids insisted on coming to the charity shop this inevitably meant we couldn’t avoid coming home with some new tat.

We went to the Wellcome Collection cafe to catch up with Sharif and Tibs who were over from Paris for a 40th. Ηη was disappointed that his French bestie Gabriel wasn’t in attendance, but he got over it when he acquired both an ice lolly and a slice of cake. It was lovely to see our friends, it was not lovely to see factions of the far-right.

We shipped in the baby-sitter again on Saturday evening and had an absolutely excellent night out in London Bridge at Oma ostensibly to celebrate Σσ’s birthday. I would say the (apparently) rave-reviews of their spanakopita were slightly overblown (especially since we tried fairly hard not to get it but were strong-armed into it by our waiter). But everything else was excellent.

We both had a drink after a period of abstinence. I was starting to become aware that if I left it much longer it would become a thing that would weigh on my mind. I spoke to Σσ in earnest about resolving to become an occasional drinker, keen to avoid the excesses that crept up and up over of the summer.

Then the next day Si and Lou came over for lunch. Of course, that turned into quite a big occasion and I drank quite a lot. But I was by no means messy and I didn’t end up feeling guilty about it. I think I’ve had a genuine mental shift about my relationship with alcohol but I guess time will tell. We all had a thoroughly nice time in any event.

Aila’s (and Johnny’s) operation date has been pencilled in for some time now, but nobody has been at all confident that it will go ahead because of the myriad things that could prevent it from doing so. But as the date gets closer and closer (next week) it’s really starting to seem like it might actually happen. Σσ is going to go up and help out for the week. Me and the kids will muddle through on a diet of beans on toast and ice cream. I only wish Αα hadn’t chosen this time to start getting hyper-shit at sleeping again. I envisage a lot of being told, ‘I wish mummy was here’.

Running

• Tuesday Heathside track
• Wednesday Regent’s
• Thursday hills
• Saturday Finsbo Parkrun #50
• Sunday horrid hill LSR