Sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry

Two weeks since my last blog. TWO WEEKS! What's my excuse this time? Is it due to Liz's latest visit, as this "Luca blog" is ostensibly transmitted primarily for her benefit? I know there are other keen voyeurs of Luca's latest activities, but as there is no "right to reply" section on this blog I will stand as firmly behind this ill thought out argument as belligerently as a Lib Dem MP stands behind their coalition while the Tory's strip this country of it's entire cultural worth.



What's more, today's entry is going to be of the rushed variety. I'm playing football in Aberdeen in an hours time, and still haven't even yet checked to see if the team strips are out the wash. I feel a "Caaarrroooolllleee, help!" moment coming on.



The pictures present are a bit of a mish mash and as always not in any cogent order. The top picture is Luca in the local cafe (what, again?) while the above was taken as he sat beside me in one of my works vans. As previously mentioned, he loves it (front seat!) but the perverse side of me felt it better to upload the only photo taken that day (out of around 20) of an almost dismissive yawn.



At the chemist here, collecting another inhaler for his asthma. A rather pointless exercise of late however, as I've recently been "treated" to a household filled with germs and bugs. Indeed, Carole, Liz and Luca's colds ran concurrently, and the endless stream of coughs emanating from our living room resembled a rather flemmier version of Paul McCartney's "Frog Chorus"




Coincidentally, did you know that "The Frog Chorus" was (I think) the first music single I ever owned? I've always found it rather amusing that most people lie about their first single. No-one ever admits their first single was "Making Your Mind Up" by Bucks Fizz do they?



However, back to Luca. This was taken today after football training. And yes, he's getting far too big for rides of this ilk. I did tell him. But he just looked at me blankly. Rather resembling Barrack Obama's expression every time a journalist asks him why he hasn't yet ordered the assassination of the clearly maniacal Colonel Gadaffi.

Here's the new floor of our bathroom. Luca's chest puffs out any time someone new sees it. "I chose it, I chose it" squeals the munchkin as he desperately points to the flooring.

And here's the new bigger bath. "You and I could fit in that together" I said to my wife with a glint in my eye.

She's still laughing.

**Useless fact of the day - The average person visits the toilet 2500 times a year**