... and so today, I was witness to my parent shitty with step-parent for waking her at an unusually early hour - it was blamed on his orgy of backgammon since he has been here and thus I tried to rack my brain for things he could do to divert her, but sadly, it is so humid and hot I can't think of anything pleasant, and so he shall be doomed too tramping round the planetarium like wot she has already posited as a cure for my nieces and nephews slack immobility. I feel such a failure. Still, I acknowledge there isn't really much to do in Townsville. I take solice I did not spoil my eldest nieces enjoyment of Breaking Dawn Part One. Much as I was tempted. It was actually quite good.
And I don't care how much you don't like the Twilight series or how badly you feel it is writ. I spent my formative years reading Mills and Boon, so am quite pleased that my nieces have something slightly more complex and moral to keep them occupied.
I am drunk out of my skull and have been bleaching my hair rather unsucessfully. Kindly my government appointed employment monitors have allocated me only six jobs a fortnight to apply for, but sadly there haven't been six jobs I am qualified for too apply for. I shall steal myself over the next week to cold call/ well actually cold post a number of business to make up for this weakness in my character. Perhaps I shall get lucky.