Housekeeping

Day 20. 52 pages, 23,054 words.

After a fun but very busy weekend, it’s almost relaxing to be back at work. The whole gang’s back from summer holidays and starting to ramp up. Not a lot to report though.

The rest of this week, however. Oh boy.

Wump is headed back to school tomorrow. She’s also starting up with the scouts again, and her circus school, and her swimming on weekends. Toop, meanwhile, has to be dropped and picked up from daycare and will also be starting some sort of activity after hours – a prelude to circus school, I think? With both myself and Mrs. Hatboy now happily back at work, we have to rearrange our schedules and share the car so as to make all this happen, which means sitting down with a damn spreadsheet and putting together a timetable.  A timetable!

Oh well.

Add to that, I have a Finnish Scottish Society meeting one day this week and a … well, okay, a quick trip to the pub planned for another day.

And it looks like we’re going to have to buy a new dishwasher sooner rather than later, which is a bummer because arranging delivery and installation is a bitch. But I guess we can wait and see if our eleven-plus-year-old washer actually dies first.

That’s about it for the Monday admin. Carry on.

– Posted from my Huawei mobile phone while sitting in the carpark after work.

About Hatboy

I’m not often driven to introspection or reflection, but the question does come up sometimes. The big question. So big, there’s just no containing it within the puny boundaries of a single set of punctuationary bookends. Who are these mysterious and unsung heroes of obscurity and shadow? What is their origin story? Do they have a prequel trilogy? What are their secret identities? What are their public identities, for that matter? What are their powers? Their abilities? Their haunted pasts and troubled futures? Their modus operandi? Where do they live anyway, and when? What do they do for a living? Do they really have these fantastical adventures, or is it a dazzlingly intellectual and overwrought metaphor? Or is it perhaps a smug and post-modern sort of metaphor? Is it a plain stupid metaphor, hedged around with thick wads of plausible deniability, a soap bubble of illusory plot dependent upon readers who don’t dare question it for fear of looking foolish? A flight of fancy, having dozed off in front of the television during an episode of something suitably spaceship-oriented? Do they have a quest, a handler, a mission statement, a department-level development objective in five stages? I am Hatboy. https://hatboy.blog/2013/12/17/metalude-who-are-creepy-and-hatboy/
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