Listened to Deepa’s new trax last night. It was ok I guess. She’d mixed it ok, but I don’t see she what she’s gets out of Indian Blues (Asia by the way). I’m officially a moron for not understanding. I think Sally agrees with me, but she was to chicken to say anything to Deepa. You could see it when she pulled a face when D said she would play some more. Thankfully her Mum was due back real soon so I couldn’t stay too long.
There was a big family row about who goes where in the cottage when it is rebuilt. I’d assumed that we’d use the same rooms as we had before the fire, but I’d forgotten about the Fashionista Gilly. Eventually I caved in to get some peace. She gets my bigger bedroom and I get her smaller bedroom. I just she doesn’t change her mind once the paintwork is dry. Still she is forgetting about my new den in the basement, but I won’t remind her about that.
Ruggers in school today. I hope that it doesn’t snow. At least the mud on the field is soft and squishy. We’ll probly bring half the field into the showers with us after the match. Mom always says my rugby kit will destroy her washing machine.
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