Tick Tock..Tick Tock!

This morning I woke up full of the joys of spring. I got up and made myself some tea and toast and sat at the breakfast bar reading wedding magazines while the sun shone in the window. All that seemed missing was the cartoon birds flying through the window.

I had Mr Awesome’s three younger siblings arriving at 1pm for a few hours. The boy is 10 and the two girls are 12 and 8. I decided to bake some cookies and embrace my maternal side. I took of my engagement ring and rolled up my sleeves and began to bake, humming a little as I worked. The kids arrived, the cookies didn’t burn and everything was going swimmingly. My flatmate had 2 guinea pigs in the house which she was planing to introduce to her class of 5 year old pupils tomorrow so the kids sat and cuddled the guinea pigs while I served up lunch. The combination of children laughing and the smell of freshly baked cookies made my biological clock tick a little louder. I thought to myself, this is what it is all about.

The kids got picked up and all the cookies were devoured. I was let with crumbs everywhere and pieces of hay from the guinea pig cage all over the lounge. No drama’s I thought. I’ll wash these baking dishes up and then I’ll vacuum. While I was passing the guinea pig cage I noticed an ominous foot sticking out of their little hut To my horror, the guinea pig who had been ironically named Ninja had decided to bow out of this life. Here I was, covered in flour with a dead guinea pig and a sink full of dishes. In my mind the cartoon birds where shitting on my washing. I put my coat on and went and bought a bottle of pinot gris. My biological clock seems to have reverted to digital for now. The sound of flowing wine however is music to my ears.