Despite the early hour, l've had a good six hours sleep so l feel fine and dandy.
At 7.30 my Sister-in-law is bringing my Nephew and Neice for me to mind for the day. They're both at Westholme, and get a month off school for Easter which seems a bit excessive. lt was the same when l was at school, l always got longer holidays than all my Ossy friends.
Knowing l was never going to have children, l've always been very close to my Brother's kids, as well as my Godchildren. This is partly because l love them to little bits, but also because if l'm nice to them now they might come and see me in the old people's home when l'm in my dotage. lf they don't, I'll blackmail them with the fact that any money l may have left will infact be going to the 'Margaret Pilkington Writers Foundation' instead!
So today we'll go and feed the birds at the nature reserve, have a walk if it's not to muddy/rainy, and then drive them back to their house as R. is being collected at 1 p.m. for a Birthday party. l'm having them for three days in the next week ,so l've had to hide my 'Gay and Lesbian Film Encyclopaedia' from the loo, and hide any other evidence that young Miss Marple and young Master Holmes may find. Best to hedge off any questions just yet from the 5 and 8 year old sleuths!!!!
I had one of my regular dreams again last night. lt was the one where we are on holiday as a family but my Dad is still alive. We still try to have holidays together, it's something we've always done. [Even if as a Teenager l also had the need to go raving in Ibizia as well as 'gite'-ing it in Brittany with the family.] In my dream l'm happy, but l've always got to escape from the family. This usually involves driving a jeep through lush green jungle, then having to swim across a strong currented estuary to a crowded naturist beach. This isn't a sexual dream, more about fighting to get somewhere l've got to be. l must have had this, or a similar dream at least 100 times that l can remember. l know what l'd interpret it as on a very superficial level, which l think is totally wrong.
Mr Freud, over to you......
At 7.30 my Sister-in-law is bringing my Nephew and Neice for me to mind for the day. They're both at Westholme, and get a month off school for Easter which seems a bit excessive. lt was the same when l was at school, l always got longer holidays than all my Ossy friends.
Knowing l was never going to have children, l've always been very close to my Brother's kids, as well as my Godchildren. This is partly because l love them to little bits, but also because if l'm nice to them now they might come and see me in the old people's home when l'm in my dotage. lf they don't, I'll blackmail them with the fact that any money l may have left will infact be going to the 'Margaret Pilkington Writers Foundation' instead!
So today we'll go and feed the birds at the nature reserve, have a walk if it's not to muddy/rainy, and then drive them back to their house as R. is being collected at 1 p.m. for a Birthday party. l'm having them for three days in the next week ,so l've had to hide my 'Gay and Lesbian Film Encyclopaedia' from the loo, and hide any other evidence that young Miss Marple and young Master Holmes may find. Best to hedge off any questions just yet from the 5 and 8 year old sleuths!!!!
I had one of my regular dreams again last night. lt was the one where we are on holiday as a family but my Dad is still alive. We still try to have holidays together, it's something we've always done. [Even if as a Teenager l also had the need to go raving in Ibizia as well as 'gite'-ing it in Brittany with the family.] In my dream l'm happy, but l've always got to escape from the family. This usually involves driving a jeep through lush green jungle, then having to swim across a strong currented estuary to a crowded naturist beach. This isn't a sexual dream, more about fighting to get somewhere l've got to be. l must have had this, or a similar dream at least 100 times that l can remember. l know what l'd interpret it as on a very superficial level, which l think is totally wrong.
Mr Freud, over to you......
