Recovering today from a hectic Sunday. The day started with another trip to the pool, this time with Luca attired in his new "all-in-one" swimsuit. Yes, that's not Luca above but mentally superimpose his face on top and you've a pretty good idea how he looked. His majesty wasn't too impressed initially, but he got used to it and even - albeit accompanied by "The Exorcist" style screams - floated unaccompanied a few times.
I forgot to mention I watched the aforementioned horror film on Friday night - it was great, It'd been so long since I last saw it I had forgotten how scary it was. Lucy, I'm sorry for mentioning it!
After the swim Carole gave us (and her pregnant buddy) a lift into town. They were going to their fitness class (which the unfortunately arrived too late to take part in) whilst also dropping Luca and I at the bus station. We jumped out of the car on Union Street and walked the final half mile to the station, via the Trinity Shopping Centre. Luca demanded being carried through the streets, but loved walking beside Dad through the shopping centre. His excitement had almost reached fever pitch by the time we reached the bus station. "Bus, bus, bus" he screeched as he saw the plethora of single deckers waiting to board.
As is typical with public transport, our bus didn't depart until 20 minutes after it was scheduled to go, by which time Luca was becoming a little confused and disoriented - his Dad had promised him a ride on a bus, yet I was keeping him standing in the cold while ignoring all the other buses that were pulling away. Eventually we were allowed to board, and Luca immediately chose his seat and climbed up. I paid (free for him!) and joined him. "Knee" he immediately demanded, so I lifted him onto my lap and shifted into the window seat. He had a great time watching the world go by as we drove, and also had a chat with a couple of old ladies who took an immediate shine to him. It is a long journey though (the guts of an hour) and he became restless about ten minutes from the end. Our arrival couldn't have been better timed.
We walked the last leg from the bus stop to the golf club, and arrived in perfect time - ie once everyone else had arrived yet before the food was served! It was a great afternoon, and nice to see such a huge turnout for dad, especially Barry, Helen, Dawn, Lauren and Meghan coming up from the Central Belt. And thanks again to Dawn for the presents for Luca, I'll post a photo later this week of the wee man in his new attire.
Eventually we made our leave, and Ross gave us a lift home. By now it was 6.30pm and Luca hadn't slept a wink all day. What with the excess food swilling about his stomach (he ate both his own prawns, and followed it up with a demolition job on his Dad's - "Prawns for Luca" was the little man's statement as I asked if I could have some) and the lack of sleep I've rarely seen him so tired. Indeed, after his Mum had bottled and bedded him once we were home, we were then faced with a long night. He awoke about 10.30pm, crying loudly and wouldn't go back to sleep. From what we could ascertain, it appeared he had a bit of tummy ache. Most likely from the excessive amount of prawns, chocolate bourbons and cake!
Thankfully Carole did well and eventually settled him, and he was bright as a button again this morning. It was both a physically and mentally exhausting weekend for him, and perhaps I overdid it. He's a hardy wee thing with energy to burn but sometimes he needs reigned in a little.
Back to work today to find I have two staff members off today - interesting that it's always Mondays - and a meeting with BP later this afternoon. Fun times ahead! I'll also be racing home tonight to get Sima to her vet's appointment (she's OK, just deworming and holiday jabs) before settling back in the house and thanking Carole again for the tasty dinner last night. The Venison Goulash was a first attempt, but one I hope will be repeated.
**Useless fact of the day - "Goulash Communism" is used to describe the maverick brand of Communism practiced by Hungary during the Cold War, characterized by some degree of political freedom within the Hungarian Communist Party as well as limited economic freedom and freedom of speech, inspired at least in part by the 1956 Hungarian Revolution**
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