More S. Slight progress, but oh so bloody slow. Now getting to the point where I need to take her onto roads where she can bloody well slaughter us both. It's over, and there's a hiatus before S, who is driving like an angel now. She never plumbed the depths that poor S can descend too, but I am rather proud of where I have got her to.
Back home and pick up Emsy. We are off to Helpringham. I am after some help from Paul with next Thursday's day of judgement, and she has happily said she'd come with me. Lovely to have her in the car. Nattering, moaning and messing about. She is just beautiful. And just about a month left of little school. I could cry.
Tomorrow is the solstice. I won't be dancing about naked anywhere (shame, might be fun) but it takes me aback how rapidly half the year has galloped away. There's talk of holidays. Turkey is mentioned. I want to go to France of course, but people power has taken over now and sadly we now go where she wants not I. What little power i once had in the family is slipping from the grasp Fuck it. Turkey it is then. Probably won't be the worst. "What do we do in the evening?" I wonder out loud. "What do we ever do in France?" she snarls back. Fuck you fat girl.
It's a beautiful evening as we head north up the A1, and the sky turns orange then pink. The dark silhouettes of trees and the rosy glows on the hedgerows are a wonderful free motorway show.
We get into Sleaford about ten and sit down for a ruby. Straight form the car. Mistake. Too many poppadoms. Mistake. Keema Nan. Mistake. I can't finish more than half of my main course. Very silly. On the way home the sky is still light on the horizon at eleven clock. The Maltings buildings provide a stunning ghostly outline. Emsy wishes she had a camera. I'd love to know how to replicate that sight in photo. Not much is stunning in Lincs, but it's skylines certainly can be at times.
We open up the parents' HQ. They have some flooring that is half way between laminate and real wood. It has a soft spongy feel to it. I am not sure if I like it or not.
Exhausted and rapidly to kip.
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