Carole is out tonight on her "gym girls" Christmas night out. Dressed as a "Sexy Santa". In temperatures of minus 9 degree's.
Me? I'm home alone. Luca went to bed almost as soon as we arrived home from dropping Carole off, and with this the creation of the situation where I find myself with no-one to speak to. Because I'm so lonely I actually shared the giant sausage roll I'd heated up for my dinner with the dogs, just so I'd gain a little attention from some fellow living beings, even just briefly
They ignored me again after the cupboard love ended
I've amused myself by making strawberry and banana ice cream using the new ice cream maker we bought from John Lewis. In common with the rest of the evening it was highly disappointing
I still ate it though. That's how bored I am.
I should start talking about Luca........but there's not much to say. Due to work, football and the weather I didn't see him between Tuesday morning and Friday night. However, he has clearly gained a sense of "humour" during this period.
We were driving home from Aberdeen this evening, when after a (rare) period of quiet contemplation, he barked out "Daddy, where's your hair?". "Excuse me?" I replied. "You never have any hair Dad. I do though, I have lots of hair. You don't, na na na na na na"
He then proceeded to roll his head in laughter.
I'm now on holiday for a week. Expect the next post to be of a more positive variety. In the interim please enjoy this video of Luca running. Not much happens, he just runs. And it's two months old too. Sorry. Bad blog. Must do better
**Useless fact of the day - Luca didn't have a poo between Tuesday and today. Coincidentally the same period during which he didn't see me. He must have missed me so much it made him constipated. Please don't correct me**
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