Sunday 4th October 2009

A quiet weekend has just passed, with nary much to report. Much of the latter half of Saturday was spent on the sofa watching TV, eating too much chocolate and fending off the ever more painful bounces onto your stomach (without warning) from a certain L.M. Stewart. Earlier had encompassed the very usual Saturday routine with Carole attending her usual fitness class while Luca and I investigated Aberdeen's city centre whilst (without shame, natch) singing "The Wheels On The Bus" with our vocal Marshall amps ramped up to eleven.



Sunday was a little busier however. The day started late for me after sleeping in until 1130am (!). Naturally Carole was highly impressed with this, and even Luca wagged his finger at me as he attempted to wake me from my endless slumber. Unfortunately I was due in work for an urgent customs entry, and with time tight I had to load Luca into the car with me for only his second ever visit to my workplace. Did he enjoy it? See pictures and synopses below:-




"Sorry Daddy, was this your sandwich?"




"Luca's going to spill his greasy crisps all over Daddy's works expensive leather sofa"



"Luca's a luminous tiger!"

"Don't you have one in my size Dad?"

"It's not Daddy's desk, it's Luca's desk!"

"Stop working and look at me!"

"It's time to go home now, I don't want to have to tell you again"

"I said I didn't want to have to tell you again!"

We did a bit of shopping on the way home, and by the time we arrived back at the house Luca was absolutely exhausted. Amazing how much energy he used up sitting in my office seat eating crisps......

He's actually started to put a little weight on of late. A good thing certainly, as earlier this year he didn't have an ounce of spare fat on him (he had a better six pack than me....) but alternately he is becoming quite lazy now. He eats quite a lot, demands to be carried and loves slouching on the sofa in front of the television. Bone idle before he's even 3? He's definitely my boy!

Felt strange reading Dad's latest blog. My musings on Granda's situation probably aren't best expressed in this medium so I won't go into detail here. Suffice to say my thoughts - likely similar to those of every Stewart - are lodged firmly in the past and the memories therein.

No useless facts tonight