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08.17 – 08.23

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Life

I built a bunk bed. It was a ridiculously tight fit and a severe ballache, but ultimately I was pretty happy with having made the absolute best use of the available space and the kids seem happy.

We moved back into the flat. By Sunday there were only what felt like a manageable amount of snags left to fix and the builder (to whom we are now quite emotionally attached) finally left for his hard-earned holiday.

The flat looks excellent. I think we’re going to be terrified of fucking it up for quite a while (which will involve a lot of shouting at the kids).

I took the kids to the Southbank on Friday and we ticked off all the favourites: adventure playground, carousel, picnic, bubblegum ice cream (notes of urinal disinfectant cubes), Tate Modern turbine hall, and (inevitably) an assortment of fights. We all had fun mostly I think. Or what passes for fun these days.

We also ticked off the splash pad and soft play at various points. And I made the howling error of taking two children into a charity shop which I’ve vowed never to do again.

Me and Ηη went to The Castle climbing centre for a bouldering induction course on Saturday morning so that I’d be allowed to take him without an instructor in future. He seemed to enjoy himself and looks like he’s got some of the moves. The hardest thing is going to be reminding him not to run every two minutes. Possibly how we’ll end up getting ejected next time.

Running

Bits and bobs. But not wearing my watch which has been quite refreshing. Feeling unfit and not massively loving it but it’s better than nothing.