I slept in today, trying to rest my neck as much as possible, and when at last my wife could no longer deal with the high volume yelling of the children, I hauled myself out of bed, took a painkiller and we went out to our closest café for extra breakfast. Or rather, breakfast for me and the wife, and babycinno for our daughters, in between their constant gambolling and squeaking. Continue reading “Dreading Dread Zeppelin and other Saturday morning nonsense”
La Serpiente woke up cheerful and back to her normal temperature today, but as in all things there was fluctuation, and her ear was inflamed, and after another day at home watching TV, her fever came back, and went, and came back again. Perhaps annoyed at being left out of this fun, Destroyer decided this would be a good day to refuse to swallow her food, and just stood around for twenty minutes staring at us with a mouthful of beetroot felafel, not even masticating it, and then threw a fit of rage when we chucked her uneaten dinner in the bin. Continue reading “Problems with ears and mouths”
About eleven last night, I heard stirrings; it was La Serpiente getting out of bed. She takes a stainless steel bottle to bed with her so we always hear that clanking around. I got up and went to head her off before she came into our room, but as I came into the corridor I was presented with the sight of our eldest looking a bit sulky, clasping bottle in one hand, big white rabbit in the other, and heading for her sister’s bedroom rather than ours. Achievement unlocked! No more being woken up in the night by our kids!
Except of course there was a ridiculous thunderstorm this morning at one a.m., a single, world-ending thunderclap and then no rain for half an hour, which woke both kids and meant my wife had to spend the rest of the night in with them. But it’s a start…
Continue reading “Premature victory”
Perhaps if I were dangling in front of a scene of great natural beauty it would be more impressive, or if I were stupid enough to wrestle a selfie stick up to the top of the wall, but otherwise it’s very hard to convey perspective or frame a shot properly, given you have only one hand to use and you don’t want to drop a phone ten feet.
And so one ends up apparestanding in front of some anonymous grey concrete. Hardly the kind of thing to post on Instagram with a #yolo hashtag.
Continue reading “Driven up the wall”