Hot off the presses comes news of Luca's doctors appointment - of which there is little of note. He had his appointment first thing today, but as sods law dictated that he made an immediate recovery as soon as the appointment was originally arranged there was little for the doctor to investigate. However, he reconfirmed Caroles suspicions that this was most likely the tail end (forgive the unintentional pun) of a virus he's been carrying. To err on the safe side of caution we're collecting a sample of his "number two" later today which will be whisked off to the hospital for analysis.
All the way through Luca's been fine though. He did complain a few times of having a sore stomach, sides and back but it can't have been too painful as the usual routine was perenially followed:-
"Got a sore tummy"
"Would you like Mummy/Daddy to kiss it better?"
"Yes please" (always said in the most pathetic voice you can imagine)
"OK, we'll kiss it better now - is that alright?"
"All better - play with cars now! Luca ride on his bike and play with his Simsim. Want nana and chocolate sprinkles now and do some bouncing"
Ad infinitum!
At present he's out for lunch with Carole and her friend Annie (or "Aunty Aunty" as he calls her) to celebrate her birthday at Inveruries garden centre restuarant. We're not exactly a bustling metropolis here, and as such the garden centre is one of the better places to eat. As the competition consists primarily of a coffee shop run by a man with a peculiar BO and an ice cream cafe with tables older than myself this isn't the greatest of boasts.
Later Luca will be dropped at his Grannie's house while Carole go's to her fitness class - I'll pick him up once I leave the office and face the usual battle to take him home. "No, go away Daddy, Luca stay with Granny, no like you no more"
Sometimes parenthood is such a pleasure....
Today is the first time in a couple of months I've had a chance to enter a quick blog at work. It's been chaos here of late and a real stretch. Just yesterday I - finally - completed a tender worth approximately £2 million per annum and based on a culmination of the type of company the Asco Group is mixed with the figures I've provided (quietly confident there) we're well positioned to obtain this, which will commence from December. Glad the hard work is done there, I was starting to suffer figure blindness and was frequently going home with a brain which had run out of fuel.
Please take a second to consider Carole's likely thoughts to that last statement.
I'm certain you didn't log on to read about my work day (I win the award for the family member working within the dullest industry), so instead I'll wrap this up and promise to post a picture (or two) of Luca, the little Carole doppelganger very soon.
**Useless fact of the day - If you keep your toothbrush less than 6ft away from your toilet, it will likely be infected with airborne particles resultant from the flush**
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