A Bridge Crew update? Do I have to? Fucking snore, like.
Riker's in big trouble. Two days in a row she's left a vital piece of homework apparatus in school. I'm running out of punishments. God be with days when I could have just clathered her across the head and hurled her into the coal shed. We don't have a coal shed, is the big problem with that. Instead, no pocket money, no tv. Next I guess we start removing digits.
She went to bed tonight complaining of a headache and a sore throat. Or a 'sore throath' as her grandmother calls it. Every time Mother in Common Law uses those words I want to gayly dance about the room, singing in my best soprano: 'It ends with a fucking T! It ends with a fucking T!' I have so far refrained. Riker, in contrast, is failing to refrain from faking. And she's faking in the hope of her not having to face her table, who will not get a star tomorrow because one of their number has fucked it up. I believe that I tire of this teacher and her clever enforcing exploitation of peer pressure.
Data's happy. Which is slightly weird. She's emerging from toddlerdom at last, I think, all reasonable and helpful and dying to contribute to the smooth running of the household. She's particularly big into cooking the dinner. Which has the happy side effect or her actually eating at dinner time. 'This is the best dinner ever!' she declared tonight. That may have been because the main ingredient was butter.
I know what's really up with her though. It's her mother being home during the day, playing with her, giving her guilt ice cream, letting her away with shit. Common Law'll be back in rehearsals soon enough and I'll be left with a bawling ball of heartsick miserabilty. I can't fucking wait.