No photo's tonight I'm afraid, I didn't get home until almost 8pm tonight, by which time the wee man was already tucked up in bed. I did sneak up to see him though, and he was still wide awake. He reached his arms up, intimating he wanted a cuddle so I lent down into the cot, further and further until SEARING PAIN!!!
"Eyes" he exclaimed, as his right forefinger went halfway through my iris toward my brain....
I then came back downstairs, and raked through the shopping bags of food I'd acquired before I came home. I pulled out a bunch of flowers and presented them to Carole. She grizzled and growled a bit before declaring "what have you done?", her stare impregnating through any defences I may have had left.
Anyway, that was my arrival home from work. And people wonder why I work late.....
Just joking. The events listed above, however, are unfortunately truthful.
Thankfully the homemade soup she'd made improved my outlook slightly, though her choice of TV viewing afterwards - "The Underdog Show", where Z list celebrities parade around rings with dogs - brought me back down again.
Thankfully the best programme on TV - "Never Mind The Buzzcocks" was on after. Whew, day ends well.
Just noticed dads blog about addresses he's lived in. Had a few myself. They are:-
Hertford (England)
Balerno (Edinburgh)
Banchory
These 3 addresses with mum, dad and the three others who teased me;)
Station Road (Banchory)
Whitehall Place (Aberdeen)
George Street (Aberdeen)
Walker Road (Aberdeen)
Menzies Road (Aberdeen)
Cairngorm Place (Aberdeen)
Tollohill Drive (Aberdeen)
Oak Drive (Portlethen)
Rae Circle (Inverurie)
These 9 addresses as an "adult". Yes, I've moved house quite a lot! I haven't even mentioned the caravan in Bucksburn I almost lived in too....
Tomorrow Carole, Luca and I are heading to Banchory, where we'll stay the night before leaving at 0800 on Saturday morning for Manchester. To say Caroles excited is like saying Craig likes a surfboard.
**Useless fact of the day - Speaking of Craig, I'm sure he'll have issue with this fact, but what the hey. An English chemist has been employed by NASA to recreate the smell of space in a bottle. Apparently the smell is akin to fried steak and hot metal. No doubt Craig will now email through a lengthy diatribe discussing why space smells, and why that's relevant**
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