Not Again!

The Child had finally overcome her fear of our hill. She had finally started walking/running down it all be herself. Today she took one look at the ice rink, freaked, and refused to move even slightly without gripping my hand so tight the blood failed to reach my fingers. I managed to stay upright though, so it wasn't so bad. So did she as it happened. And once we got to the bottom of the hill, it wasn't so icy so not too bad. Except for the fact that The Child had her hill phobia back. Grrr. Shame we live in a place full of hills really. Never mind.

I was thrilled by the big pile of pictures she brought home for me though. And she told me they were all mine. Of course when the weekend comes, she'll want to give them all to my parents as usual. She's so charming.

Oh, and as it's been a little while since I gave a Psycho update, he's apparently going on some murder mystery thing dressed as a member of the Gestapo. So he won't be offending anyone there then. Unless it's a Nazi themed thing of course. Mind you, you never know when it comes to this place. Full of small minded people here, which is why I love it so much. Joyous. Oh, and the Canadian's being deported. She forgot to renew her visa you see. She'll be back though. I assume anyway. In the meantime, Psycho will have to manage in his little wool shop all his own! It shall be so difficult for him as the place is always heaving. Remember, it's doing so well that he had to take on another job, as a chef/kitchen assistant in some old people's home. Hmm. I wonder what spin I could put on stay at home mum/single mother. Maybe I could call myself a Primary Care Provider? Or does that tread on the toes of genuine child carer people? Oh well.

Now I just need to figure out how to persuade The Child to go to bed when she's tired. She's sleeping on that living room floor again. It can't be comfy or warm, but will she move? Nope. Kids. Grrr.