We're all home sick today.
Mr 10 has Young Man Flu and is languishing fitfully in his bed, calling out occasionally for snacks and drinks. (He's feeding a cold ...)
Miss 8 and Zsa Zsa the toy poodle have climbed into bed with me for cuddles.
A little unexpected time together means unscheduled chatting, which is kind of funny.
We're watching Sunrise, and Miss 8 thinks back to one of the things I've done that really impressed her: Being on telly.
"Mum you went on Sunrise and we waved at you," says Miss 8. "Was it fun?"
"Mmm, not really," I reply.
Miss 8 is shocked. How could being on television NOT be fun?
"Well it was kind of fun, but I got really nervous," I explain.
"Oh, so you needed to spew first" H. says wisely.
She's quiet for a moment, thinking things through, making the connection that the reason I was on television (not just Sunrise, but this was the show that impressed her the most), was that I was promoting my book, Happily Ever Parted. (New Holland Australia).
"Mumma, did you make a lot of money from your book?" H. continues.
"Mmmm, not really," I say.
"Oh, so not many people wanted to buy it," she says.
Ouch. But kind of true.
"Maybe you should write another book, but make it about our family" she says. "It will be a very long book!"
Yes, I guess it would.
Just then, Mr 10 ambles in with a Foxtel brochure and casually drops it on the bed.
"What's this for?" I ask.
"You need this so you can get us Foxtel," he says. "It's EOFYS you know ...We can afford it now!"
In his 'assume-too-much' dreams.
But at least it's all material for The Book.