>It took us an entire week of coming up with names such as Hurley (as in Tortoise is LOST), Bling (I rather liked that), Tortellini, Dave, Mental, Shellie (the Twat’s contribution) and numerous others. But today, as I was talking to Tortoise I slipped out “oi, Herman, what are you up to?”. Herman is part of the name of his species and so it’s stuck. ‘Pete’ did go through my mind, as did ‘Edward’, as in Edward Scissorhands due to Herman’s rather long claws, but Herman suits him better. I’ll have to change that in my Tortoise Diary.
The kids came home on Friday – well, two of them did. Todd disappeared somewhere and didn’t come back until Saturday afternoon. Christ knows where he was – some party, apparently, and he’s done a disappearing act on me again today – if anybody finds him do let me know. He hasn’t finished his homework.
I spent Saturday hunting for a bra for Tatiana. I think that she must have tried on at least 20 in total which meant numerous trips back and forth to get the right size for her, not pink, no bows – she’s quite fussy about her underwear. The fact that it was the last day of the sales made the shop unbearable; thongs and basques were all over the floor, there were far too many people in the shop and one pram too many. Prams are the devil’s spawn. A bit like trollies in supermarkets.
Sunday was spent coach-potatoeing and reading a book in between Herman’s movements of all sorts of types. A large dump, a big Sunday breakfast (for him) and his favourite habitat is now inside the welly which means getting him out is quite an exercise. I have to tip the welly upside-down and out he falls. Couldn’t be easier. I’m a bit wary as to how much damage this does to him though.
On Friday, I noticed that some darling person had added an extra review to my book which meant an awful lot to me. I am sure that other authors have felt the same way. A little surprise goes a long way.
The Twat is sleeping/snoring for a while as it is the annual American event this evening/tomorrow morning: Super Bowl, and he happens to be a great fan. I don’t think that he knows any of the rules, but what the heck – it’s American! Always good for entertainment although Wardrobe Malfunctions should be given a miss, especially if you have a rather large metallic star stuck to your nipple.
Having typed that, I just heard an almighty crash in the kid’s bathroom: Todd has completely broken the lamp. Glass is everywhere and I must go and clean it up.
I have a strong urge to type up another serious post tomorrow.
Stop me.
Now.
