I’ve temporarily dispensed with A Week In My Life in favour of A Day In The Life in the hope that the content will be easier to digest and perhaps more engaging. At some point perhaps I should try An Hour In My Life or even, if people can’t stay tuned for that long, A Minute In My Life. If I picked my sixty seconds wisely enough, you might get to see the following (written in strict chronological order):
Cat throwing up
Dog eating half of the cat sick
Angelica walking through the other half of the cat sick
Me frantically looking for the kitchen roll
Me finding chewed up kitchen roll in the dog bed
Ted trying to eat the chewed up kitchen roll
Ted gagging on a bit of kitchen roll
Ted throwing up
Dog eating some of Ted’s sick Weird smoke coming from AGA
Me retrieving charred remains of a chicken from AGA
Me holding hand underneath cold tap and cursing the bloody AGA and the bloody dog who has taken the oven glove and hidden it in his bed
Angelica searching for the oven glove with her explorer’s hat on
Ted trying to steal the explorer’s hat from Angelica’s head
Angelica crying
Me crying
Ted crying
I’ve actually timed an event like this before (they happen reasonably frequently in a household with an excitable dog, large cat, a one year old and a two year old) and although it seems to last about three hours when you’re in the midst of the chaos, more often than not it’s mere seconds. You think you’ll look up and ...