Sunday. Lethargic. Just the way I like it.
Saturday.
After we had awoken, we put our faces on, and waited with baited breath for the arrival of Emu, Michael and Josie. We had lunch, wandered to the park, went home, blah blah blah. Everyone left meeee, and I dawdled off to babysitting.
I love babysitting.
It is the most amazing job ever.
You sit in their nice, cosy warm house, lounging in front of their wide-screen, Sky enabled TV, eating the food that they have kindly left out for you. You basically have a free reign of the house (inevitably an excellent house - if they can afford a fiver an hour, whilst also going out and spending huge amounts on enjoying themselves, then they've got to be rich). The only downside to babysitting is the actual babies. However, this does not pose a real problem, as nine times out of ten, the babies are already in bed, and drifting off to the land of lullaby by the time I have arrived, and made polite conversation with the doting parents. Who, incidently, think I am a genius workaholic child, as whenever they talk to me, I gabble about the wonders of Latin and Geography, and show my skill in English with my extensive vocabulary. God, I rock.
AND, best of all, I get paid for this. A lot of money.
Go me.
1 comment:
No she didn't, you had misplaced your contact lenses, dearest Olivia.
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