The latest in a long line of weekends of rain, wind and frost has just passed, with light (never mind sun) rarely seen. Will this be the darkest and coldest weather in recent memory? Probably so.
Thankfully, however, I've now finished my Christmas shopping - I think. Luca, Sima and I took a drive to Aberdeen yesterday to pick up a couple of things, but mainly to give Carole a bit of peace. She had the final part of her busy weekend on Saturday night, a "Simple Minds" gig at AECC. Pictures to follow as she got a number of surprisingly clearly defined photographs on her camera phone. Surprisingly she, Dot, Morag, Jinty and Flo managed to squeeze their way to the front, so for those of you particularly keen to see close ups of Jim Kerr the next blog will be an absolute treat.
For those of you less keen - you can skip the next blog and "Do Something Less Boring Instead" (I think Lucy will be the only one who gets that)
Anyway, back to Aberdeen, once the shopping was out the way we took the opportunity to take a stroll along Aberdeen beach. For those of you familiar with Aberdeen in winter I'm sure I don't need to describe much further. The wind battered us as we walked along the shoreline, with ever increasing waves crashing ever nearer our feet. Although personally nonplussed by this my son and pup were a little perturbed to say the least. Sima kept as far away from the water as possible - even at one point attempting to straddle a groyne as the water drew close - while Luca entered his cautious mode.
Initially he kept as close to the wall as possible, only eventually being tempted onto the sand by a promise of a "carry" from Dad. Eventually, however, he settled although he kept an ever watchful eye on the waves. "Daddy, waters too close" he squealed with regularity as the water occasionally trickled within 10 yards of our feet.
All said though, by the time we left he was distinctly unimpressed by our departure. "No Daddy, we go back to sand" he insisted continually while gazing thoughtfully over the watery blueness in front of him.
Our return home saw a tired boy greet his delighted Mum (she had barely seen him since Friday morning). "Mummy, Mummy. Mummy" he cried with glee before just as quickly insisting that the telly was switched on as "Luca watch Peppa Pig now"
We watched a nice, grisly hack'n'slash film after he went to bed - the remake of "Halloween 2". Most gruesome moment? I couldn't comment for fear of bringing your breakfast/lunch/dinner back up.
Tonight I'm doing my "Heston Blumenthal" thing again and attempting to cook something new - Asian Prawn & Pineapple. I've been a little remiss of late with Carole taking over the kitchen again (I think she's secretly been pleased with the lack of chaos I perennially cause in there) so tonight I'll make amends by creating something likely so inedible the stinky dog (Isis) will even turn her nose up at.
Although I call Isis the stinky one - her younger sister has recently began to battle her in that respect. In fact we were watching the TV last week with the Sima pup curled up across us, and were suddenly simultaneously forced into breaking the world record for holding our breath. How it's possible for such a little thing to produce such an aroma from it's hind end is utterly beyond me.
**Useless fact of the day - There is a theme park in Denmark called BonBon-Land that has a ride called The Dog Fart Switchback (AKA Hundeprutterutchebane). This dog fart themed coaster is the original roller coaster of the park. BonBon-Land is the 4th largest amusement park in Denmark and Denmark's 5th biggest tourist attraction in 2005**
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