Ferrari

Awoke still with man cold.

Took Ruby to nursery and did the menial chores that Connie had left me on the morning to do list as she is at work and this is daddy day car day.

Of course, I won't do any of these chores until about half an hour before she comes in.

Went to the local Polish car wash and popped into see someone I know at a local bodyshop to tell him what happened to the scooby and take some pictures of the Ferrari he was rebuilding. Aparently it was crashed while racing in that mountain circuit in the Alps.

After picking the Rubemeister up from nursery with her little painting and notice of industrial strike action we walk up the road. She is a bit small to be on a picket line and he has only been at nursery for a couple of weeks and she is striking next Wednesday. I though gee, that was quick, I will buy you a Che t-shirt and a beret for Christmas.

I will look out the oil drum and some old pallets as this is a household that won't cross any line of industrial action. Viva the revolution.

On the way up the road we see this little toddler having a complete hissy fit in the middle of the street. He has those kiddy reigns on so must be say two years old or so but he is lying face down on the wet ground literally beating his hands and his feet up and down.

The little guy is not listening to a word his mother is saying and she lifts him by the reigns onto the pavement where the brat continues his fit while his mother texts on her phone. Texting someone for parental advice are we or just not interesting your child is causing a spectacle of themselves there luv?

Two words for you there "Super Nanny", "Jeremy Kyle" or "Smacked Arse", take your pick as to which combination fits best.

On a different note I have noticed recently some of the signs of ageing. Notably having to pee more, especially during the night, involuntary body noises and various aches and pains. However the one that I find most disconcerting is the appearance of hairs in strange places where they have no practical use.

An example of this is a tiny hair that keeps growing in my right ear lobe and it's exceptionally annoying. I made Connie remove this with her little eye brow tweezers this evening but it won't be long until its back.

Somebody shoot me if I start wearing beige.