February 2009 Archives

Guess who I saw the other day?

My thoughts go out to David Cameron and his wife, Samantha at this desperately sad time. There are just no words to convey how tragic it is to lose a child. This is something no parent should have to bear.

How many pancakes did you have yesterday? I was quite reserved and only ate half my body weight. I also made the fatal mistake of not leaving the batter mix to stand for half hour first to let the gluten expand. It expanded instead inside my already bloated belly leaving me ready to pop an hour after I'd scoffed my last one.

What toppings did you try? You'd be forgiven for thinking that pancakes in the Yates' household were topped with pooh, after the week The Kid has had. But no, nothing as exciting as that. Okay, I couldn't quite bring myself to eat the ones covered in chocolate spread but managed a good many with sugar and lemon on.

When I got back from watching Bolt on Wednesday I arrived home to find The Kid had started throwing up just after he went to bed. What happened the following day right through till Tuesday morning can pretty much be summed up in a few words..

Just last week my house was clean and shiny too,
Now everywhere is covered in pooh!

There's pooh in the nappies and pooh in the bath,
Pooh on his hands and on his change-mat.

Pooh on the carpet and on the kitchen floor,
Just when I clean him up, he does a load more!

Bah. I was only saying the other day that kids wait till you've got a big day at work before they decide they're going to desperately ill.

OMG. How good is 'Bolt'? I'm not a movie expert or anything, but it is the best animated kids film I've seen. Bar none. I couldn't fault any of it.- perfectly put together, the storyline was great the actual animation, or cinematography or whatever you call it was amazing. It was actually beautiful to watch.

It's invariably on one those days that you absolutely, positively can't have off work. Picture the scene: You've got a big meeting tomorrow. You've been preparing for weeks. You've dug out your best suit and you're ready to go. The boss is going to be so astounded by what you've got to say that she'll become instantly incontinent and offer you an on the spot promotion... But wait.. what's that noise? You venture up the stairs to find that your darling little Chantelle has vomited all over your suit and is mopping it up with what remains of your presentation notes.

The Kid was not in the best of health on Sunday. I thought something had been brewing for the last couple of days; he was becoming more and more listless, miserable and hot. Just after 5 o'clock he was really upset and kept batting at his ear, a sure sign of an ear infection I thought to myself.

Looking out of the window I saw the snow falling in flurries, gathering in speed and mass. By 5.30pm it was almost horizontal. The forecast suggested that the following day was going to see us knee deep in the stuff. The thought of being unable to get out of the house to take him to the doctors was very worrying so I decided to make a move to the Badger Centre as soon as possible to get some antibiotics.

The Other Half and I were meant to be going out on Saturday night, but we had to change our plans due to the babysitter being taken ill. I decided to stay at home and have a nice night in leaving The Other Half free to go up Moseley for one or two sociable drinks.

I'm sick of reading about, or listening to people moan about school closures due to snow. The idea that you can keep things ticking along as usual is ludicrous.

I can only surmise that those who made this decision bowed to complaints from parents who simply do not appreciate the implications of attempting to have normal educational services when the weather is bad. After all, what other reason can there be?