The news about Kelly and Craigs breakup has shocked us all I think. There's little point in my musing over the whys and wherefore's, I just hope they're both OK.
Bad news seems to come in three's. Alongside Granda's deterioration and Kelly and Craigs split I also found out last night that one of the girls at Luca's nursery - Heather, one of his favourites - has been diagnosed with lymphatic cancer. As such, she's been signed off (her internal defences are gone, and consequently she can't be around the nursery). She's now due to undergo chemotherapy.
Heather is in her early 20's.
I received this news from one of the other girls after - as always - arriving at the nursery to pick up Luca literally minutes before they were due to close. Luca had greeted me with an American Football-esque welcome. He spotted me from the other side of the nursery as I walked in and sprinted across to me at full pace screaming "That's my Daddy!". Unfortunately he isn't yet aware or his ever increasing bulk, and as such hasn't yet learned to put the brakes on. I was knocked back a couple of feet as I hoisted the human bowling ball from the ground.
"We go to shops now" he instructed me as we got into the car. "Luca wants a coconut bar". The whine when I ignored the request and drove into our street was comparable to the three minute warning.
Although the aftermath of the three minute warning probably isn't quite as severe as a Luca tantrum.....
On other matters, after a matter of months battling my Audi's desire not to conform (ie go forwards and backwards when I ask it) I've admitted defeat and am selling her.
Yes, her, I named her Bella.
She's going into auction tomorrow, and will be replaced with a more "sensible" option. We've upped the budget now, and in it's place I'm buying a smaller and newer car. Which model yet hasn't been decided (although there are two contenders we've already identified) but if anyone has a suggestion for a reliable small car with a reasonable sized hatch then please call.
Your call will be charged at local rates and calls from mobiles may vary according to your provider. Text messages will be charged at £1 plus your standard rate.
Sorry, just my mini rant at televisions continuing fleecing of the masses with these outrageous and endless phone ins. Carole batters me when we watch TV as I switch the telly off every time one of the phone in competitions appears on screen. I know, I am Victor Meldrew.
What else? I'm out on Friday night for a works quiz night - my competitive edge will likely kick in again, I do rule (in the drunk frat boy "I rule" context) pub quizzes. I am the font of absurdly useless information. And on Saturday I'm off to Dundee to watch the mighty Partick Thistle (Scottish First Division League Leaders I'll have you know).
More importantly however, Carole has her interview tomorrow. She's been as stressed as Eric for the last week (too obscure a reference?) but I know she'll get it. Convincing Carole she's the best person for the job is a different matter though. Hopefully the mock interview we do tonight will allay her fears.
Just one last Luca story to regale/bore you with (dependant on your mood). A new boy started at his nursery yesterday, and as with most toddlers on their first day he was extremely upset when his Mum left him there. However, Luca apparently took charge of the situation and approached the sobbing youngster. "It's OK" he drawled as he put his arm round his shoulder, "Your Mummy will come back to get you later". He then led him into the corner where the clothes box is kept. "Sit down now, Luca will take your shoes off"
And he did. When did my wee man grow up?
**Useless fact of the day - A quahog (a type of deep sea clam) can live up to 220 years of age**
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