This morning La Serpiente went to the doctor, who looked in her ear and referred her to an ENT specialist. I stayed at home with Destroyer, or rather I took her out for a babycinno, laden down with toys and books for her. The waitress recognised the cover of Mr Jelly and exclaimed "what an old book! I remember reading that!"
Upon checking the original publication date, I was aghast to find Mr Jelly and I come from the same year. So I suppose that makes me old too.
Continue reading “The best 90 minutes I ever wasted”
This morning I took La Serpiente to school; with my wife still sick and Destroyer also not 100%, I felt bad about abandoning them to the school run while I went off to my meetings. And besides, I could just get a taxi after depositing La Serpiente, and still arrive in time, right?
As ever, how wrong could I be?
Continue reading “Driven to distraction”
Tonight I spent some time trying to sort out holiday plans. I booked two cars (one for driving around Portugal, the other for a week in England), one night at a hotel in Slough (I really hope John Bejteman’s friendly bombs don’t blow it up before we stay the night) and four tickets for the Legoland theme park in Windsor (with free burger meals) which should induce La Serpiente to lose her mind with happiness. Apart from the cars, this was all for free, cashing in yet more of my accumulated frequent flyer points, and yet I still have almost enough to send my wife away to Tokyo in the autumn. So it turns out that spending everything you possibly can, from phone bills to food delivery to delivery of children, on the same credit card for five years, has some benefits. Continue reading “Holiday planning and other nocturnal manoeuvres”
La Serpiente woke up crying and coughing and wheezing last night, about 10. We dosed her with medicine and she was down for another hour or so, and then up again, making piteous sounds as she struggled for breath. It was unlike any noise we’d ever heard from her before, like she was in the throes of an asthma attack or worse. Continue reading “Bad Night”
I woke feeling dreadful. Outside was just as bad as inside me: the air pollution index had shot up to 150 and the rainstorm outside was a nasty shade of tobacco yellow. Instead of taking La Serpiente to school and then going to the office, I sent her out with my wife and then lay down on La Serpiente’s bed, and woke up three hours later, still feeling zonked.
Continue reading “Sick day”
La Serpiente struggled to wake up this morning. We all did, but I was lying face down on the bedroom floor, refusing to out my underpants on at 7:45 in the a.m.
Continue reading “Slow wake up”
La Serpiente had a 39 degree fever last night, and spent all of today zonked out on the sofa. That meant she missed out on her first Easter egg hunt; Destroyer went out and found an egg stuffed full of sugary treats, and spent the next two hours demanding more chocolate eggs from me ("egg! egg!") until I took her home and she passed out in chocolate-induced bliss. Continue reading “Easter Sunday”