hypersage

This weekend was my eldest devil child's birthday, she was 8. We bought her a CD player for her bedroom (ever since we took her to the McFly concert she's had a real passion for music) and various friends and family members bought her CD's.

This means that all weekend I've been listening to this:







It actually wasn't too bad, these aren't the worst artists in the world that she could have liked. They're just so damn catchy, fucking earworms! I don't want to be caught walking along singing "I can't speak french, so I'll let the funky music do the talking, oh oh oh."

On Saturday we went to the zoo as a Birthday treat for her (and for me, I loooove me some zoo). It was a good, tiring day and I got some ok photo's (you can skip them if you like, I won't be offended):

On Sunday Kirstie's family all visited from London and we busted out some Rock Band, drank beer and ate cake. Everyone had a turn playing the guitar (to varying levels of success) and most of us had a sing too.

Monday was a bad day. For those who don't know what happened towards the end of last year, the full story is here. It basically boils down to me having trust issues and not knowing whether Kirstie truly loves me. She has done nothing recently to make me doubt what she says, in fact she's been brilliant, but I just can't get my head around what happened. My self-confidence is gone and it's tiring when spend your whole day wondering when the person you live with is gonna pull the plug on your life together.

Mostly, I'm good at keeping these feelings buried deep inside but every now and again they come up and make both of us feel terrible. I wish I could just be over it.

Anyway, enough moaning from me. I hope you all had a good weekend.

"Zoo: An excellent place to study the habits of human beings. "
Evan Esar