I'm afraid I'm reverting to type again today, and have forgone the need to brighten up my rambles with photo's. My defence is that I exceeded my quota on the last entry.
I enjoyed last night - I got to see my son. As previously mentioned, his Granny had picked him up from us on Tuesday to babysit while Carole was on court duty, but by the time she returned him on Wednesday it was almost 8pm, and as such he was already half asleep. We carried his limp body from his Grans car straight upstairs to bed and he barely registered us from car seat to cot.
Last night was a different matter entirely however. I unfortunately got caught up with urgent work in the office and as such was still there mid evening, but Carole thankfully insisted on coming out to pick me up. When they arrived I jumped into the front seat, only to be lectured by the short man in the back - "Daddy miss the bus, silly Daddy" he called out whilst wagging his finger at me like a Victorian schoolmaster!
Variations on this continued during our journey back to Inverurie, and he giggled throughout, clearly enjoying taunting his old man in such a manner! He was a little perplexed on our arrival into our home town though, as we pulled into the Catholic Church Hall rather than our street. Yesterday was voting day, which gave the UK the chance to show our contempt for the atrocious and infantile "boom or bust" policy the Labour party has presided over. I opted for the safe and dependable option (Conservative) while Carole showed her discontent for major parties slack policies by voting UKIP. Luca didn't get to vote, instead choosing to swing round his Dads leg as I scribbled an inevitably wobbly X on the form.
After getting Mr Eyelashes back home and settling him down with his bottle ("No bottle, want nana and ice cream!"), Carole and I settled down with a Chinese Takeaway (appallingly our third in ten days) and watched the opening night to Big Brother 10. Generic? Bromidic? Most certainly. Addictive in a voyeuristic fashion? I'm ashamed to admit so but yes!
A busy next couple of day's upcoming. Tonight Luca and I will run Carole into Aberdeen for a ladies night out, after which we'll head home where he'll likely spend his time being awkward, argumentative and obstructive. As two year olds can be......
I'm not being fully truthful, as most of the time he's so pleasant to be around. It raises the age old question whether his personality is in his genes, or whether he's a product of his upbringing. IE Nature or nurture? My personal hypothesis is that his good sides are down to his upbringing, while his bad sides is his genes. Obviously the more obstructive sides to the Stewart/Corthorn genes skipped a generation with Carole and I....
Tomorrow we have a variety of visits, classes and food exhibitions to attend, of which I'll detail more tomorrow. With photographs. Probably.
**Useless fact of the day - Beetles taste like apples, wasps like pine nuts, and worms like fried bacon**
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