Sunday... Rainy fuckin Sunday...
Nothing more to say really.
OK, so that would be a bit bloody boring.
All sproglets awake by six. Deja fuckin vu.
Two hours of mayhem followed by about an hour of fun family times followed by five minutes of 'mum needs to dress you lot and we need to leave the house or we will all go bloody insane'.
Daddy and Shou off to the library and mummy, Marina and Ryu to next town over to dry a load of washing (which didn't happen as all dryers rumbling full) and pop in at friends house. Catch up with them and then home again James via the shops for some lunch.
The main event this afternoon was Marina falling off our bed - her and Shou were up there jumping, after several warnings, and it ended in tears, a bloody cut lip and a short trip to the doctors. Not the best of afternoons. When do kids actually start to learn?? Obviously they need to learn things first hand aye? Springy bed and hard wall. Hmmmm, Should have piled the duvets up at that end aye.
She's OK though. Nothing one of those good hospital plasters, a barbie plaster over the top and an iceblock couldn't fix :)
Meant to take her back in on Tuesday morning but hopefully that wont be necessary.
Have just watched 'Australia' - and had big blub at the end. Best head to bed now so am all refreshed to tackle the technology required to hook up the new Mac (thanks Mr. Postman) to the modem and wireless garb tomorrow.