As a precursor to any hangover recovery, I took Luca out for a game of football in the street this morning. His enthusiasm for the game has grown massively of late (obviously in no way influenced by his Dad) and encouragingly he's showing great aptitude. Indeed, at one point he turned with the ball and backed into me in an attempt to shield the ball (Wayne Rooney-esque)! I considered slide tackling him to provide him with a valuable lesson in the unfairness of life, but as his Mummy was watching I wisely decided otherwise.
Of course being only 3 years of age his stamina has limits, as demonstrated by the picture above. Look carefully at the tree - that's Luca hiding behind it. He was exhausted and this was his way of telling me it was time to go home for his afternoon nap.
It's 3.30pm on Saturday afternoon and I'm the sole member of the Stewart residence still awake. Luca's having his nap, the dogs are slumbering on their bed and even Carole's fast asleep on the sofa. We were in Aberdeen last night at a wedding reception, only returning (a little drunkenly) around 2am this morning. A few years ago arrival home at this hour wasn't a problem, but when you have a toddler who enters your bedroom at 7am every weekend morning and opens the curtains while bellowing "It's morning time!" your preferences become skewed somewhat.
Tonight I intend to cook us our deferred anniversary meal. Our anniversary was on Thursday, but with time constraints proving restrictive I instead brought home a Chinese take away as a disappointing substitute. I'll make up for it tonight with Carole's favourite, Red Thai Curry. However, as my last attempt was about as tasty as a North Korean Jack Russell Platter I should begin preparations now to ensure tonight's dish won't result in Carole spending the evening hovering around the toilet bowl.
Yes, that is a plate of dog meat. Sorry. Hey, it's the differences in cultures that make the world an interesting place.
**Useless fact of the day - Dogs have historically been an emergency food source for various peoples in Siberia, Alaska, northern Canada, and Greenland. Sled dogs are usually maintained for pulling sleds, but occasionally are eaten when no other food is available**
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