I know there's a lot of pictures tonight. I know I should describe each one. But I just can't be bothered.
Most are self explanatory, but others may appear less familiar. The latter three are shots Carole took last week in her plush Manchester hotel. I assume the gigolo hid under the bed at this point. While the previous three feature a pyjama'd Luca as he sits atop our new sofa.
Yes, at last we have furniture suitable for eagerly anticipated visitors. And family. The four pieces - armchair, 2 seater, 3 seater and pouffe (snigger) - were delivered this afternoon to a grateful household and Luca wasted little time in acclimatising himself with the feel of dead cow on his derriere.
The family bit was a joke obviously.
I love it already. The Champions League match between Arsenal and Barcelona was played tonight, and the terrific game was a perfect accompaniment to our new seating. Carole's in her element too - she now has new furniture with which to rearrange the living room ad infinitum. "Nothing matches in here now" she commented tonight, with a glint in her eye that suggested further changes were afoot. I expect my weekends schedule is being devised in her mind as I type.
Hopefully we won't hit the home furnishing stores too early on Saturday however. On Friday night we're out at a wedding in Aberdeen. Friends of Carole's, and unfortunately I don't expect to see many recognisable faces present. This leaves me with two viable options:-
A - Avoid alcohol and present myself in a positive and social manner, amusing all with wildly humorous stories and anecdotes
B - Drink like a dehydrated fish and endlessly regale others of the evening I spent fishing my sons poo out the bath with my bare hands
It's late and I'm tired so I'll list the major events of the last few days in a concise manner:-
Saturday:-
Gary - Working (on-call was a b*tch)
Carole - Unpacking from Manchester and attending an 80's themed hen night
Luca - Whining
Sunday:-
Gary - Working (seriously, it was a **** weekend for me)
Carole - Hangover recovery, zombie film watching
Luca - Whining
Monday:-
Gary - Work (there's a theme forming here)
Carole - Work
Luca - Nursery ("No pushing or biting Daddy, I a good boy")
Tuesday:-
Gary - Dentist, crown fitted. Can't stop licking the damned thing now
Carole - Laughing at my discomfort (with a little TLC added to be fair)
Luca - Objecting ("No want my milk" "No want my pyjama's" "No want to say night night" "No want to wash face", etc, etc)
I'm slowly getting used to the crown. It's a first for me, so I'm attempting to become accustomed to the sensation of a foreign object stuck tight in there. It's not easy though, as other than food the only things I ever let near that part of my face is Carole and any toy cars Luca decides will fit (mouth, ears, etc).
I think that's it. Not too much else to report, mainly due to the ever worsening weather we're encountering again. Indeed, at one point today it looked like I'd be forced to spend the night in the office as the main road home (the A96) was closed.
I normally attempt to end on a Luca story. Unfortunately I can't recall any of worthy mention. We're attempting to hone his manners just now though. We're encouraging him to respond with the word "pardon?" rather than his present "what?". It sounds minor but is necessary, as his enunciation of "what" is of the abrupt variety. It's pronounced "wot" and makes him sound like an aggressive Essex boy auditioning for a part in Eastenders.
**Useless fact of the day - The leather used for sofa's is made out of animal hide that has been tanned and cut. Animals include cattle, bison, deer, elk, moose, pig, goats, rabbit, cat, sheep, caribou, etc**
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