We're finally getting some rain after a few weeks of sunshine, but we're getting some chilly weather, too. Mr Bingells has been instructed to stay warm, goddammit, because we don't want another bout of pneumonia.
Took Mister 15 to see 'Bad Moms' yesterday. I enjoyed it. Not brilliant by any means, definitely not up there with 'Citizen Kane', but not a bad way to wile away one and a half hours, either. Being a mum, I did identify and understood the pressure associated with school, extracurricular activities, work, and trying to ensure the kids you're raising aren't little arseholes. I'm trying to source an adaptor for Master 12's electronic keyboard. He's lost his, and he hasn't been practising the piano. I'm not paying for lessons for him to not practise. I also have to source bits and pieces for his Knave of Hearts costume in 'Alice - The Musical'. I wish like mad just now that I could sew. I can stitch a button back on if I have to, but I cannot sew. I don't want to beleaguer my mother-in-law, who is a very good seamstress, but just might have to. I didn't take needlework at school because the teacher was a fire-breathing old skank, and I wasn't all that interested. But now I have to get together a Knave of Hearts costume for my little thespian. But not now. Now I will get my hot water bottle organised and lie under my bed covers before the kids return home, and before I start my evening medication run.
Good way to embarrass your teenager #4: bop in time with the movie soundtrack. Well, the song featured in the film we saw yesterday was 'Slow Ride' by Foghat, and if you think I'm going to sit there demurely with my hands folded primly in my lap - think again. My shoulders jerked, my head bobbed, and I was getting my hands in air guitar position. 'Muu-uuum!' hissed my desperately embarrassed son. And I'm glad. Now, I too am a bad mum.
Twerps of the day: the mayors of those towns in the French Riviera who have banned the wearing of the burkini on their beaches - I guess because it has religious connotations. The thing about the burkini, another awesome Aussie invention by the way, is it really doesn't look all that different from a full body wet suit, and I'm sure the mayors wouldn't ban that. It just seems silly to ban it, and 'they' might say they're supporting the cause of not telling women what they can and cannot wear on religious grounds, but 'they' don't seem to be any better themselves at the moment. I should probably wear one of those because I'm cursed/blessed with Irish colouring, and combust at any hint of Vitamin D in the good ol' sunshine.
Dear me. Okay. Time to get the hot water bottle ready.
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