I just read Dad's blog, very funny. I guess we neglected to mention the increase in Luca's bad dreams of late. They mainly involve a short (but loud!) burst of crying before he calms quickly and informs you it was "the dinosaurs again".
Surprisingly in instances such as this he shouts primarily for his Dad, but if recent evidence is to be believed he'll need to adapt this and call for his Mum instead. Newly published studies (conducted by UK based company "Mindlab") have discovered huge differences in the main noises that rouse men and women from their sleep. The sound most likely to wake women is of a crying baby, while conversely this noise doesn't even register within the top ten noises that wake men (car alarms, howling winds and buzzing flies are the most prominent).
And Kelly, don't think this is just the Mum's - even women without kids are most likely to be woken by an infant crying.
Surprising results, and as such I, on behalf of all men, must insist on an apology from our partners for all the dunts in the back we've received as we've slept with the immortal words mumbled "Stop pretending to sleep - it's your turn to deal with the baby!"
Actually, I digress, Carole never did that - I got lucky!
Anyway, as that line of thought continues it's long journey to Japan, I'll get back to the point. Luca stayed with his Granny and Granda last night in order to allow Carole an early start at the Christmas shopping this morning. Coincidentally (and pleasingly) it also offered Carole and I a night off our responsibilities and negated the need for us to ferry the small man between cars after work - Carole had a fitness class that finished at 7pm, while I was kicking off a game of football at 7.15pm.
Our bodies duly punished and showered, we also took advantage of the situation to go out for a meal together to the "Fennel" restaurant in our town. It was a really nice place and the food was gorgeous - my starter of a goats cheese and red onion tart was devoured particularly quickly.
Then again, it was almost 9.30pm before we started eating so most likely a welly boot dipped in soy sauce would have been gobbled quicker than Veruca Salt's big bag of gobstoppers.
With the clock now declaring it to be lunchtime, it's likely Caroles now finished her Christmas shopping and is hopefully now wrapping the comics she got for my present.
Actually, I know she isn't buying comics, but I needed an excuse to lead me into mentioning that the comic shop in Aberdeen (Forbidden Planet) is very sadly due to close it's doors. Is this the saddest part of the recession? The realisation that one of the last remnants of childhood memory's and regressive fantasy will shortly disappear for good.
Even Luca enjoys spending time in there, although with his jam encrusted fingers and overly exuberant handling of the thin paper pages means I'm always seconds away from purchasing an appallingly expensive destroyed copy of a "Batman" limited edition.......
I'll "traverse la rue" to Banchory after work tonight to collect Luca/rescue his Granny (delete as applicable) and take him home to see his ever more snotty nosed Mother.
Yes, Carole has succumb to bug number 367 of the winter. I'm just hoping it'll pass in time for my works Christmas party on Saturday night. She was ill during my party last year too (and indeed designated herself as the driver that night due to her inability to hold a drink) so I'm hoping history doesn't repeat itself.
If it does I'd rather imagine Carole will just stay home instead and watch the plethora of movies we've not yet watched. The last we saw was on Monday, a film called "Carriers" which was about a virus (likely inspired by the swine flu pandemic) which almost literally wiped out the worlds population. It was devastatingly sad, in particular the moment where they left a 5 year old girl (who had the infection) behind to die, simply driving quietly off.
Carole now thinks I'm wet. "It's only a movie" she laughed while dunting my arm as I stared quietly at the screen.
**Useless fact of the day - Research indicates that plants grow healthier when they are stroked**
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