Another big day for Luca, as today holds another session of laser surgery in Livingston. I couldn't take this date off work, so Carole and Luca are making the trek together. During his last session they adjusted the lasers to go far deeper than before, which understandably left greater temporary scars and an increase in previous healing time. Making the assumption, I would fully expect this to be replicated again today. As usual Luca will likely be unaffected by this, but it's a distressing experience for Carole watching her boy be knocked out and his face affected by lasers, albeit both temporarily.
Although Carole hates seeing him in such a way, I'll take a photo tonight of his big smiley face. It will simply show his temporary uniqueness.
Yes, I'm making words up again.
Last night Carole was exhausted - she's approaching the tail end of her illness and as such energy should return in the next few days - so I raced home from work (well, as quickly as the chuggedy bus would take me) in order to take care of Luca and make dinner. Luca was no trouble as always, although I had a funny incident with him. I got changed from my work clothes into my "civvies", but curiously Luca decided he didn't like the checked shirt I'd put on. "No like it Daddy, take it off". He was strangely persistent with this request, so I eventually succumbed and took it off. He then started looking in my wardrobe! I pulled out a blue jumper and asked him if I could wear it instead. "OK Daddy, put it on". And that was that. Curiouser and curiouser cried Alice.
Carole - who had taken this time to get Isis out for her walk - arrived home shortly afterwards and took him to bed. His night time kiss/cuddle routine is almost militaristic, and if you exceed your allotted time he isn't slow in telling you. "No more cuddles Daddy, finished now" as he pushes you away is a depressingly familiar routine.
That said, he can alternately be extremely affectionate when the mood takes him. On Sunday he needed a cuddle so I stood him atop his changing unit and let him cuddle into my shoulder. A minute or so later I pulled back slightly. He pulled me back saying "Need more cuddle Daddy". This went on for about five minutes. Although my memory is poor I'd be rather confident I ended it on promise of a chocolate button....
I finished cooking my newest attempt at an edible meal, this time chilli con carne. Predictably I'd made it too hot, and it had to be cooled by an insurmountable number of drinks, with the meat liberally splashed with half a bottle of mayonnaise. Quite why Carole allows these abominations to continue I'm not quite sure.....
Caroles intended early night didn't arrive as intended - I still can't remember her ever going to bed pre 11pm - but it was still moderately early her her/our standards. I stayed up a little later to get my things ready for work in the morning, only to find my shoes (which are only 3 months old) have formed a Mick Jagger esque floppy lip at the front of the left one. My toes would receive a nice airing from the sub Arctic temperatures which have reformed following our predictably brief sunny spell with these on. Is this where I should launch into a tirade about too many shoddy products flooding the open market, with quality and durability being a thing of the past? No, I think I shall rise above it.
**Useless fact of the day - In the UK the hottest summer on record has already been broken twice this decade (2003 and 2006) and is expected to be broken again this year**
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