As regularly as a constipated monkeys movements - and probably as equally coveted - comes our latest blog. Tonight's will be light on text, but packed full of Luca photo's. Indeed, possibly even packed tighter than the aforementioned monkeys colon.
A recurring theme tonight (as you've likely already noticed) is the vintage of the pictures on display. Due to a number of factors, most prevalently my negligence with the camera of late, I have no new pictures to show you. As such you'll have to make due with a selection of pictures not previously even deemed worthy of consideration.
To commence with the main objective of the blog we'll forsake the usual apologies and update you with Luca's recent activities. Unfortunately, as such activities have mainly involved bodily functions I should perhaps place a disclaimer at this point encouraging you to read no further if you're even slightly squeamish.
I exaggerate as always, but today has been slightly fraught on that front. Despite Luca's recent progress during potty training, he's taken an almighty backward step today. Our first incident came early. I'd taken Luca swimming first thing - no great incident there despite his continual emboldenment resulting in a willingness to jump from the poolside and venture onto the water slide - and followed this up by a run to the local supermarket to pick up the Sunday papers. Luca was his usual gregarious self, bouncing round the supermarket like a little chubby kangaroo all the while charming any old lady who came within earshot ("Hallo lady, Luca's bouncing!"), until the cheeriness came to an abrupt halt in the egg aisle. A waterfall erupted from the bottom of his shorts, shocking the little one to a standstill and causing his lip to tremble like a naked Inuit.
I exaggerate as always, but today has been slightly fraught on that front. Despite Luca's recent progress during potty training, he's taken an almighty backward step today. Our first incident came early. I'd taken Luca swimming first thing - no great incident there despite his continual emboldenment resulting in a willingness to jump from the poolside and venture onto the water slide - and followed this up by a run to the local supermarket to pick up the Sunday papers. Luca was his usual gregarious self, bouncing round the supermarket like a little chubby kangaroo all the while charming any old lady who came within earshot ("Hallo lady, Luca's bouncing!"), until the cheeriness came to an abrupt halt in the egg aisle. A waterfall erupted from the bottom of his shorts, shocking the little one to a standstill and causing his lip to tremble like a naked Inuit.
This was followed by two more accidents at home. The first of the latter two took place as he performed an impromptu dance in front of his Mum in the living room, and the second with his Dad as he kept me company in the loft. This final "incident" caused me the most consternation as he was giving his old man a cuddle at the time. I remember thinking "Mmmm, Luca's nice and warm today" before discovering the source of the extra "warmth"
A long soak in the bath later I rejoined the magical urinating boy and his Mum downstairs and started cooking tea. Tonight I made Red Thai Curry, on Carole's request (nay demand) as it had proven such a success the previous night when we had company round. Kev and Jenny came round for the evening, despite knowing in advance that I was doffing my chef's hat and consequently anything could happen. Gratifyingly Carole and Luca kept them busy as I slaved over the stove, as usual guesstimating at volumes of each ingredient to add, and bunging some extra random stuff in I'd found in the cupboard purely out of curiosity. Perversely it tasted great, and did a good job in soaking up much of the copious amounts of alcohol that had been consumed prior to the meal.
Unfortunately it's now too late at night - the clock has struck midnight just prior to the commencement of this sentence - for me to recall too much else from the preceding few days, and as such I'm forced to sign off a little ahead of when I would have hoped. Suffice to say all here are well - Carole's still determinedly wearing out the soles of her trainers at the gym, Sima's continued her remarkably rapid recovery from her operation and Isis? Well, she's Isis isn't she? She farts, it makes her happy.
**Useless fact of the day - Intestinal gas or flatulence is the result of the dog's digestive processes and intestinal microbial population breaking down food. Like any chemical reaction this process can release various side products depending on what the initial reactants are. Some foods (starches and sugars) release more gases. Other foods containing sulfurous compounds (eggs, garlic) can release gases containing odorous mercaptans and sulfides**
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