Me: I was saying today in the office that I was 37. Our 22 year old trainee was visibly startled.
Him: I hate to say this but, you know it’s not that she thinks you don’t look it.
Me: I know, it’s just that she’s surprised that someone my age manages to get out of the house at all.
Week one is over. I took a half day today. Shortly I will be off to see the Princess perform in a concert at the end of her course on the music of the Maghreb (salaam alaikum to you too). I am particularly looking forward to hearing the number about the sleeping camel; various versions of which we have been enjoying all week. I digress. So, I put in four and a half days. And it was fine. We even went out to a friend’s birthday dinner last night. The boys both have coughs and conjunctivitis (the consequence of communal child care, I fear) but we are heartless second and third time parents and we went out anyway. It’s going ok. Bon weekend.
Me: Did you slay any dragons today, sweetheart?
Him: No, but I told one to feck off this morning.