I'll try to pay scant mention to it tonight, as I'm certain you've been bored (and have bored others) with constant chatter regarding this white stuff. That arrives every year around the same time
Why are we so obsessed with the weather? Every winter the snow falls and we take a day or two off work. We then spend this downtime staring out the window, while simultaneously shaking our heads and muttering "the snow is really starting to lie now". When not doing this we sit in front of the TV, tutting as the news tells us the same scare stories about empty supermarkets and no petrol
And every year everything is fine.
I haven't personally needed to take a "snow day" this week, as I've been on holiday. But I've had the company of a certain L.M.Stewart for much of it - he's picked up another illness, leaving both him and I housebound.
He's OK, but his stomach's sore, his cheeks boiling, his appetite non existent and his cough is akin to that of an 90 year old life-long Woodbines smoker. It was so extreme on Wednesday that he was kept awake until the early hours - his coughing was so constant he couldn't fall asleep.
But - he's a lot better now. Indeed, he went back to nursery today. As much as I enjoyed being with him, it was good to see him back amongst his friends again.
And it was probably more entertaining for him also. As you know (primarily from this blog), I spend an inordinate amount of time with the shaggy headed little terror. However, it's really been brought home to me this week how much time we spend together outside the house, rather than in our home together.
Cinema, park, football, library, swimming, etc, etc. We'll go anywhere, as long as it's a mini adventure. However, it transpires I'm a rather less effectual Dad within the confines of our home. I simply didn't know what to do with him over such lengths of time stuck within the four walls of our house. Carole has always been more home oriented than I, and also has a great deal more patience. I find it difficult not to tire quickly of the games he likes to play (his puzzles, board games, jigsaws, etc), and this became an area of great chagrin.
Luca, as is his wont, requires your constant companionship when ill. Indeed, even trips to the lavatory cause him a degree of upset. At one point when I was having a shower he walked into the bathroom and sat on top of the down turned toilet seat, patiently waiting for me to finish. "Luca, go through to the living room" I laughed through the sound of the fizzing shower jets. "I can't", came the rather wimpy reply, "I miss you"
The one game I can do is fighting however. Despite his illness (and with it the constant spells of limited energy) he has frequently founds the energy to engage me in our customary play flights. "I'm coming to get you Humungasaur" he'll cry, with his face creased into a faux rage, "Krumpalump will destroy you!"
For the record, he long ago christened me Humungasaur and he as Krumpalump as our battle names.....
I'll enter the proviso swiftly before I move on - Luca knows the only person he is allowed to fight is his Dad, and he admirably keeps to this arrangement.
I should go now, as the time has passed the midnight hour. To finish I hope you enjoy the following video of Luca, taken only a couple of days ago. It's a little unique, as for the first time in the light of day he was able to describe the details of the nightmare he'd endured hours previously. Just watch, and enjoy picking out the bits where he's clearly using a bit of "artistic licence".......
**Useless fact of the day - Luca's favourite TV show "Ben 10" now has it's own travelling roadshow. It's next due in Bristol. It's not coming to Aberdeen :(**
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