Bit of lowbrow culture

Carole limerick:-

There once was a girl from the shire
Who's temper could flare like a fire
Her ass looked real nice
And she liked her curry spice
But her skinny man has got no spare tyre

Luca limerick:-

There was a young boy with long hair
Who's night time companion was a Tessy bear
He sang a good song
But his poos left a pong
And dinosaurs give him nightmares

Unsure why I felt it necessary to do that, perhaps I just needed a break from working for a minute. It's been a long day. That's my first - and last - attempt at limericks.

I'll post some new photo's later on. In particular one of Luca flat out in our bed last night - on my side, natch. He was beside Carole who had come down with stomach cramps early yesterday morning (worrying similar to those she experienced a year ago during the Armstrong's last visit) and stayed in bed all day.

This left Luca and I to fend for ourselves. Initially we sat at the breakfast table and discussed our surreal situation. "What do we do now?" I asked the short man. "We eat some chocolate now" came the excited, and overly predictable reply.

We didn't. I made us toast (I had quarter of a slice while Luca hogged the rest) before Luca took charge. "I need my medicine now" he reminded his absent minded Dad, and directed me toward the fridge to obtain the bottle of Halliborange Vitamin C. "Yum yum" he said as he sucked on the spoon of orange tasting vitamin goodness "I want more!"

He got no more. By this time I should have been half way to work so our shaggy haired colossus (he's getting really tall) was hoisted over my shoulder and ran out to the car. "Want my seatbelt on" he squealed as I absentmindedly in my haste forgot everything I've ever learnt about looking after kids.

I got him to nursery late - indeed I later arrived at my office 30 minutes late too - from where it transpires he had a moment of neediness. When I collected him at the end of the day the girls told me that after I'd left - and for the very first time - he'd stood quietly in the middle of the room for a few seconds before calling out "Daddy?" and bursting into tears.

Yes, it made me feel sorry for him too. I could tell he was glad to see me when I picked him up at night as he rubbed his hands across the side of my face and head - it's a weird thing he does when particularly pleased to see you.

We went to Morrisons Supermarket to pick up "Heinz Cream and Tomato Soup" for Carole (is there any food better designed for ill people?) and had our tea in the cafe there too. The cheeseburger and chips weren't a great hit though. "Luca's chips - but take the bread away" he whined while pushing the cheeseburger off his plate.

I had the cheeseburger. To be fair to him it wasn't great.

We got home a short while afterwards to find his Mum still in bed. She hadn't eaten for 24 hours by this point and was still in need of more sleep. Luca kept her company in bed though while I sorted a few things, and very cutely the two of them eventually fell asleep together.

Again, that's a first - we've always made a conscious effort to ensure Luca never sleeps with us. However, on this occasion the scene was so endearing I left the two of them to dream together.

Well, Carole was keen to dream. Luca stayed awake late regaling his Mum with every renditions of every song he's ever learnt. Many, many times over.......

Obviously Carole didn't go to her class last night - and I cancelled my football too in order to look after them both - and the situation remains constant for tonight as Caroles cancelled her Wednesday class. Perversely however, she went to work mid-morning today claiming the stomach cramps had gone. I wasn't pleased though, as by this juncture she still hadn't eaten a thing for almost 40 hours.

Another update to follow, hopefully with news of Caroles continued recovery alongside some rather endearing pictures or Sir Whine-a-lot.

**Useless fact of the day -Knights met each other at combined speeds of 60 mph when jousting**