After the Lord Mayor’s parade…

Up, of course, because Mrs. Ottawacker has to go to work in the bedroom. I can count on the fingers of one hand how many times this has been an issue: this is where I normally go through an elaborate mime to give Mrs. Ottawacker the bird, …. Showered, chatted with Ottawacker Jr. before he left for school, but felt appallingly unmotivated (quelle surprise) and ended up visiting various wormholes on the Internet. At least the evening provided some much-needed family time – we played cards and I got royally screwed by Ottawacker Jr’s devious and Machiavellian traits. Hearts. A game for purgatory.