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*logorrhoea n pathologically excessive and often incoherent talkativeness or wordiness, prolixity [Gr logos word + roia flow, stream]

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dearth nadir

Tuesday, January 24, 2006

Apologies for the dearth of blog entries lately. I have been writing: I just haven't been writing bloggable stuff. This is not my subtle way of signalling some existential crisis, btw - it's just my roundabout way of explaining that I've been doing a bit of, erm, creative writing (there - I've said it: I feel better) and it's siphoning off the time and energy I usually spend on blogging. Sod 500 squid year and a room of one's own: I'd settle for being able to sit down at the computer for more than 35 seconds a day without having to type one-handed while using the other hand to keep a certain person's flailing and sticky little mitts off the keyboard.

Quite by chance, and by dint of capitalising on someone else's misfortune/lack of planning (defaulted on payments, apparently) we have a childcare place for Rebecca two days a week: Mondays and Thursdays. It works on so many levels: Mummy gets to spend the time earning actual money and talking to adults about matters other than tantrums, toileting and toddler taxonomy; Daddy gets a welcome breather from the onerous responsibility of being the sole money-earner (as long as I can keep getting people to pay me to do stuff). But most importantly, Rebecca absolutely loves it: other children, a huge sandpit and all the playdough you can eat - what's not to like?

I barely feel guilty at all...

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