• An indoor week really wasn’t it.
• But within all the rain, the single ray of light, the Winter Olympics. We let the kids watch the opening ceremony and enjoyed how uncritical, and non-cynical they were. They were truly blown away by the theatrics. Open-mouthed at the trapeze artists, amazed by the dancers, shouting loud support as each flag bearer pranced out.
• We were a little surprised at the progress at our house renovation. We went around to meet the builder and there’s now huge holes in the walls. One of the chimney’s has disappeared. The skip outside full of ages-old rubble, lathe slats and a few bits of 1980s/1990’s newspapers. One of which asked us to enter a competition in the Sunday Express to win a brand new Peugeot 205 GTI. After the joy of slowly turning our last house from a preserved time-capsule into a liveable, modern(ish) home, our less involved relationship with the renovation of the new house feels a little unfamiliar. It’s hard to really think of it as ours yet. Our lives haven’t intertwined in anyway with the light or the creaks of the floors. We’ve not spent time to hear the sound around this part of town. Though it’s necessary (due to the two existing kids and tiny baby) it does feel like living elsewhere and paying someone to do all the work is a very detached (and expensive) way of doing renovation. Though, it is fast, and when we move, we will put the work in to make it feel like its ours.
• Kid 1: “Daddy, can you play work with us?” Me: “Yeah sure, what sort of work?” Kid 1: ”We’re interior designers” Kid 2: ”No we’re inside-terior AND outside-terior designers”
• My friend Chris has started writing excellent week notes. It feels great to read stuff about your mate’s weeks without having to pay attention currency to Zuck and the other elites. If you’re a friend of mine, seriously consider deleting Face-b-gram and writing week notes instead.