Story of an evening

"It's oh so quiet" sang Bjork, and I know how she feels. Carole flew to Manchester earlier today for a three day course leaving - for the very first time - me alone and solely responsible for the safety and care of the boy. Gulp.

With this I feel it necessary to designate the tone of this blog solely toward Carole's tastes, and allow her unfettered access to her baby and home (via her laptop which handily accompanied her on the trip). First off is tea time. "Had enough beanies Daddy, would like somefing else now".

Luca's subtleties show no bounds. The term "somefing else" always indicates he wants chocolate or jelly sweeties.

"Been a long day" he sighs, "I very tired now". This tiredness lasted as long as it took Isis to afford him a facewash of dubious appeal.

"I having a wee wee, don't look at me"

"Mmmm, dolly mixtures"

"Daddy, I can't find Mummy's toothpaste"

"I know Luca, Mummy and her toothpaste are in Manchester. She left today on an aeroplane"

"Oh OK then. Is she with Granny and Granda then?"

"Think I just brush the front teeth" he ponders inwardly, "Daddy no see the dirty ones at the back"

"Finished!"

I know that face - what do you want Luca?

"Storytime! Ladybird lost all it's spots. Where they all go Dad?"

"I go to sleep now, go away Daddy"

No Carole. Luca's sleeping. I'm lonely now.

But I get to watch football on TV instead of Eastenders! Hooray!

Night Carole, sweet dreams;)

How much shampoo do I put in the dishwasher again?.....

**Useless fact of the day - In 6 states of America over 30% of the population live alone**