Peculiar prose alert today - due to the aberrantly high supply of photo's today I'll only add a brief compendium beneath each picture before adding a little more descriptive detail of events at the bottom of the blog. Got it? Good, let's go............
Taken beside a war memorial in Kintore yesterday after a haircut leaving Luca's hair as ill befitting as my "floppy fringe" style circa 1992.
A haircut almost as inept as my skills with a camera. Perhaps it's just as well considering how bad this haircut is.
Oh no, here it is in all it's glory. Wonky back? Check. Flagrantly uncut sides? Check. Fringe so straight Jim Carrey's character in "Dumb & Dumber" would have been proud of it? Check.
Whew, no more bad haircut pictures. Here's my attempt at a Moroccan Filo dish on Saturday night. Yum!
I made some sort of lentil s**t for Carole too - Filo pastry is high fat so I needed to make something girly for Carole to fill up on instead.
And speak of the devil - here she is outside a Mexican restaurant earlier today with Mum. I actually took three photo's but this is the only one Carole smiled on. Mum, though, is still smiling even now as she held that grin so long the wind changed.
OK, back to the start and a return to the more sensible system of a chronological order of events. On Friday, upon returning from work, I threw both wife-to-be and son into my "economical" car and raced (raced in a relative sense) toward Banchory to drop Luca with his grandparents before continuing to Aberdeen to visit the cinema.
The little Toyota covered the ground quicker than I'd anticipated, and as we arrived early into the city we decided to grab a quick bite first. Handily placed was a Turkish restaurant, "The Nargile" (http://www.rendezvousatnargile.co.uk/welcome.asp). Fantastic food - the lamb literally fell off the bone in Caroles dish - but rather pricey for a pre-cinema quick bite.
Still, it was worth experiencing though, and the movie that followed later in the evening - "Shutter Island" was similarly interesting. Not a classic however, as disappointingly we'd sussed the final twist rather early in the film.
Good stuff though, a proper old fashioned "whodunnit" albeit featuring a number of harrowing scenes that resulted in quiet contemplation on the drive home.
At 9am on Saturday morning - at which point I barely felt I'd slept - I hopped back in the car and motored back to Banchory to collect Luca. He was, of course, quite nonplussed to see me as he hugely enjoys the time he spends with Granny - Daddy's a real disciplinary disappointment in such situations. Still, he was allowed a little more time with her as I drove her to Aberdeen to meet her friends for lunch.
Once we'd dropped her off - and only after a rather alarming moment when she admitted she couldn't remember her friends address - Luca and I turned and drove toward home. "I miss Granny" he muttered only seconds after she got out the car. I peered into the rear view mirror to sympathise with the mite, only to be alarmed by the sight that presented itself. Luca's hair, as you know, had reached a length comparable to Rapunzel's and this, allied to to the static effect commonly caused by his car seat resulted in an image comparable to the day Albert Einstein stuck his finger in the electricity socket.
Spurred by the sight of my son resembling an unkempt caveman I turned the car toward the nearest barber shop, in this instance the "Barbers Pole" in Kintore. Luca was quite excited initially as we sat inside awaiting our turn, but as is so common he changed in the blink of an eye. Once he'd been sat on the chair with the black cover draped round his shoulders he burst into uncontrollable tears. "What's wrong?" I continually asked through the flood emanating from his eyes. "Need a cuddle" he was eventually able to get out in short bursts in the brief breaks between wails. I eventually was able to calm him, but only after agreeing to sit on the chair myself with him perched atop my knee.
Still no excuse for the lass providing the worlds worst haircut since Ghandi asked for "a little more off the top please"
Saturday brought more consternation that evening by Luca uncommonly being unable (not as initially thought unwilling) to sleep. Due mainly to a recent lack of routine, alongside an overlong afternoon nap, he wasn't able to sleep and was continually up and down until after 10pm. Indeed, at one point I fell asleep on his bedroom floor as he sang to me while attempting to mould my left hand into a variety of unnatural positions. Your pinkie should never be at more than a 180 degree angle from your thumb.....
Today - being Mothers Day - I awoke early. I digress, Luca woke me early. "I had a nice sleep Daddy" he hollered unexpectedly from the bottom of my bed. Still, at least it began my day in earnest as I struggled up - Luca replacing me in our bed naturally - and sloped downstairs to prepare Caroles breakfast in bed.
Although it wasn't a stellar attempt as we'd run out of eggs leaving Caroles Mothers Day breakfast to be toast with mashed banana on top. Which Luca ate most of anyway.....
Still, she appreciated her gifts although mostly the handmade card Luca had prepared for her. "That's Mummy" he proudly declared as he pointed to the hand drawn picture on the front of a circle with apparently unrelated lines scored across the rest of the page.
We soon loaded up and drove - again - to Banchory. Dad had agreed to babysit (see his blog for details of their activities) while I took Mum and Carole out for a Mothers Day treat of lunch and a movie. Lunch was good (Chiquito's - Kelly's old underpaid haunt) although the movie less so from a personal perspective. I took the two Mummy's to see "Alice In Wonderland 3D" which although a genuine spectacle still resulted in being the first film I've ever seen in the cinema that sent me to sleep.
Three times!
Still, the film choice wasn't designed to appeal to me and the girls seemed wholly entranced by it. Mum in particular was talking to the movie screen long before the end. "No she's not", "Oh that's lovely" were amongst many phrases unconsciously muttered by a woman in her fifties who had so clearly become a child again during the films two hour journey.
**Useless fact of the day - Lewis Carroll (the writer of Alice In Wonderland) is actually a pen name for Reverend Charles Lutwidge Dodgson, a lecturer in mathematics at Christchurch University in Oxford, England**
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