I looked after my niece, Chloe, today and boy is that an experience. She’s 4 years old and has the same sort of imagination as me. Which is fine if you are the one with the imagination but also very hard for anybody else to understand what on earth is going on. We played doctors and nurses with all her teddies and then with me and then with her. Fudge even had to suffer the ignominy of having a broken tail, leg and ear. I suffered from, among other things, a broken ankle from tripping over a tree, a broken leg from being bitten by a squirrel and death by cherries.
Chloe is my sister, Kara, and her husband, Richard’s first and currently only child. Ricky was working and Kara had already planned a meeting with her friend for lunch when Ricky got called in (he’s a doctor) so it was off to Auntie Daisy’s for the afternoon for Chloe. She’s a sweet child but even just a couple of hours with her and I realise that I’m not ready for children. My mum says that no-one’s ever really ready for children but I’m just not sure I have the energy to have one 24/7. She was exhausting and later on I have every intention of having a lovely bubble bath then going to my bed as early as I can bear.
Other things that have happened this week is that Mike and I went out again. This time he took me bowling which is the perfect venue for a perfectly typical date. I’m losing my affliction of getting tongue tied around him but bowling still gave me the opportunity to ogle him and think of witty things to say while he’s taking his shot. All that seemed unnecessary when he kissed me after I got a strike. I don’t mean to come across as a sap but I just about melted. It just goes to show that once a geek, always a geek. And if you pair that geek with a jock then can you really blame her for getting all gooey eyed when he kisses the daylights of her? After the bowling we went for a walk along the beach then partook of a little more kissing in his car before he dropped me off which is definitely regressing to high school but what the hey! Just before he left he gave me a box of chocolates which is adorably cute. I need a moment just to sigh at his loveliness.
The chicken in the title comes from the fact that I haven’t been to Mrs J’s house at all this week. I phoned her and the volunteer centre to let them know and told them I was really busy with work and helping out my mum with the dogs but I’m not, to be honest. I just don’t particularly want to see Nick for so many reasons that I don’t want to list. Another sigh, this one for a completely different reason.
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