My day

Well, I got up late because my son James kept on kicking me in his sleep...still not used to that, so I slept in.
Then I spoke English a lot to a Japanese lady.
Then I went to kindergarden and shouted out a lot of simple English words to 40 or so nuclear-powered Japanese kids for an hour, while they kicked, punched and did generally nasty things to me.
Then I went to another place and shouted out more advanced English to more nuclear-powered kids, with only a few nasty things done unto me.
Then I went to yet another place and spoke decent English to a couple of guys who spoke decent English back.
Then I went home.
Then I went out to dinner with Setsuko and James.
We had Chinese food.
Then we came home.
Setsuko and James went to bed.
Then I spent ages doing stuff.
Now I am writing this.
Isn't life a gas?