
Not everybody was aware of it, but for the last couple of weeks we've been debating whether or not we would move our little family across England, and settle in Sandwich for a, hopefully longish, bit. After much to-ing and fro-ing, and a great fat lot of indecision, long lists of pro's and con's, imaginary family and career future development plotlines and a fair amount of shouting down the phone, we have come to the conclusion that the safest and bestest option is for mummy and Tari to stay in Leicester, and poo to that too.. But hey, mummy lacks the guts to uproot, relocate and hope for the best, and though I have very sunny summer fantasies about parading Tara down the seafront in Ramsgate or Margate, the reality of it would probably look very different and include a fair share of sunburn, at the very least. So here we stay.
On weekends, we'll have fun bulk buying stuff (especially cheap bread just before closing time) and dragging it home packed like donkeys cause on weekdays mummy only ever dreams of shopping for food, fresh or otherwise. Tara will be a good girl and help with the shopping, even though it's so d*** near bedtime.
Tara will be a star when I decide that there is no way around the ironing or other fun house hold activities. She will play quietly with all those child safe toys mummy provides for her entertainment, and stay away from the screws and staples that get overlooked.Life as a semi-single weekday full time working mum will be great, won't it, Tara?
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