We’ve been watching the Harry Potter films (out of order – oh the pain to my OCD soul). On foot of this excitement the children wanted a Harry Potter app for the phone. It cost €1.78. “Oh,” said Mr. Waffle, “accept Muggle money, do they?” They do. Did it work? No it did not.
Archives for February 2013
Unlikely Anxiety Dream
My sister-in-law’s wedding in London is fast approaching. The Princess has a starring role as bridesmaid. The other night I dreamt that I was somehow unable to get the Princess ready and left the job to her father. To my horror, she turned up at the ceremony in jeans and with her hair unbrushed. Her aunt had, inexplicably, drafted in little English bridesmaids who looked like Kate Moss’s bridesmaids and they stood at the altar looking contemptuous.
I woke up and said to my husband in tones of deep annoyance, “How could you not have brushed her hair?” He, understandably, refused to take responsibility for the workings of my unconscious mind.
What are we to make of this?
Feeling the Strain
I got a call from the school at 12.30. I only picked it up at 1.30 when I got back from a meeting. I called them. What was wrong? Daniel had a sore neck and he had spent the past hour with his head on his shoulder. Mr. Waffle and I sped to the school. He seems to have pulled a muscle in his neck. He is much recovered this evening, thank you for asking.
Honestly, if it’s not one thing it’s another.
School of Hard Knocks
Herself: Do you know what T (the childminder) says when we hurt ourselves?
Her: La douleur passe.
I suppose it is the equivalent of “It’ll be better before you’re twice married” which is what we used to get.
Big in Japan
The Princess has ended up with a bit part in a Japanese documentary about Francis Bacon. I understand that she will be listening in rapt silence with a group of other children from her school while someone from the Hugh Lane Gallery explains his importance. We’re going to get a copy of the DVD. I know, you’re on the edge of your seat out there. You’re also humming that Alphaville song.
Me: Michael, how would you survive, if there were no corn flakes, what would you live on?
Him: Rice Krispies.