a diary entry

My daughter was wailing today because I'd turned off the tv as she'd been unplesasantly, unnecessarily rude to me. My husband shouted at her to shut up, and she screamed back at him. He stomped into the kitchen, glared at me, and said 'I hate Sundays'.

Christ. So do something to make them more pleasant. He works saturdays, so I think what he wants to do on sundays is drink tea and watch television. Well, hello, you can do that again in your 50s.

So I sent him out to plant bulbs (yes I know, we're too late, in fact by years, not months, but maybe some will come up in the summer?) and he did, and continued on doing the garden stuff he only does once or twice a year. And he got warm and rosy-cheeked and came in in a better mood. That's what you should do on Sundays.

This evening The Juice played a gig in Whelan's, the biggest, no highest profile venue they've played yet, and unfortunately it was a Sunday night, and the other band's fans left, so it was empty. We haven't had one of those in a long time, I think they were a bit freaked out. There were a few girls up the front giving it loads, one small but hefty wan playing a drumstick madly - at the end of the gig, the drummer threw his stick to her - she missed it and his sister bent to pick it up - the wee girl errupted inher face shrieking 'IT'S MINE!!!'

You might have had to be there, but we laughed hysterically. I felt a bit E'd up and full of love for everyone for some reason - the singer's girlfriend is the most striking beautiful girl I've ever seen, and I find it hard not to stare at her when I'm talking to her. The drummer's sister has corn silk strawberry blond hair, it's gorgeous - and her boyfriend is beautifully exotic looking. And a girl my husband works with told me she'd like to put me in her pocket, which is possible the cutest compliment I've ever got!

So my daughter just woke up and went to the loo, and gave me the hugest warm smile when she saw it was me coming up the stairs - getting back into bed, she looked at my nose, and said 'this part of your nose (the bit round your nostrils) looks like an M, like the McDonald's M,

I know they say some huge amount of three year olds can recognise the golden arches and Cacbury's purple from afar, but this is ridiculous.