Wednesday, 11 February 2009

Wednesday 11th February 2009

The only reason I can surmise as to why I'm posting a blog today is to give myself a (brief) break from the chore of work. In truth I don't have much to report!

Following my previous entry, life has literally been very, very quiet at home. I'd thought after Luca and Caroles recent virus related misadventures that I'd done well to stay fully fit. No such luck. I left work early on Monday feeling like death and p***ed off with it - I'd originally intended to take the whole day off after waking looking like a character out of "Time Bandits" (one of the films monsters, not one of the midgets obviously) but after receiving texts from colleagues advising they weren't coming in ("it's a bit too snowy") I dragged myself up. Am I the only one who thinks there's a frightening lack of responsibility or duty shown by many individuals to their work? Hopefully the one positive thing the country's current financial crisis will achieve is ensure work shy staff (across each sector) who have been basking in the previous knowledge that they were secure will be weeded out and discarded to where they belong.

Yes, I'm a martyr, and the rant is now concluded.

More prevalently, Luca's shown great improvement. His spots cleared as quickly as they had arrived, although unfortunately (in his granny's opinion) it wasn't chicken pox. We'll just have to keep attempting to find methods of infecting him with this before he gets too old. His moods have improved immensely too, although he's not eating as much as he was. He's also starting to show a great awareness of his surroundings, and those around him too. He came home with Carole yesterday to find his dad lying on the sofa with the duvet cover on top. Normally when he sees me he insists on playing, and usually roughousing. However, on this occasion he stood and looked at me for a minute before saying "Under". He then proceeded to crawl onto the couch and under the duvet with me, where he stayed for most of the evening (watching TV and playing cards)until it was time for his bed. It was actually very cute, and very out of character for him - we think he noticed his dad wasn't well and made a conscious decision to be gentle and quiet.

Morover, I appreciated it.

That said, there isn't a lot else to report - although Australia could have sank into the ocean and I wouldn't have noticed these past several days!

And before I sign off, I have to mention Mum's blog. I haven't laughed so hard in a long time - getting stuck in the snow whilst travelling in completely the wrong direction is so, brilliantly, typical Mum! We do love her for it.

**Useless fact of the day - The oldest surviving love poem till date is written in a clay tablet from the times of the Sumerians, inventors of writing, around 3500 B.C**

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