Wednesday 19th January 2005
It is snowing! New picture of the view from our bedroom window in the picture gallery, plus George in his new Formula One Racing pyjamas (a kind gift from nanny and grandad), with a whacky hairdo and his new toy - the shower head! George is much more interested in functional household appliances than toys and this kept him happy for a whole hour.
The Flood-Hunts have flu all over again. What a bore. I have had to take yet more time off work. News editor Ramsey says many staff members are off sick and he doesn't want to lose any more, so please don't come back and blow germs all over the survivors.
George has gone back to the doctor's yet again, for a check up. He still has a runny nose and cough, and is taking anti biotics. But he eats and sleeps well and is as playful and as gorgeous as ever.
OK George just back from doctors. He is 76 cm tall, normal weight (but Graham has forgotten weight details), normal head sitze, and has 8 teeth. He also has flu, and is likely to develop a fever before he gets better. He must stop with the anti biotics and have orange juice and iron tablets.
Graham and I are such doting parents. Sometimes I feel I have so much love for George that I am going to burst. Jin does a great job of looking after him but I fear it is a little claustrophobic here. He is mostly confined to the house with no other similar aged playmates, and he loves being with other children. I will try to find him a crêche in the vacinity for a few mornings a week.
Our brother-in-law, Pod, is here doing renovations on the house (see latest pix - Pod busy in the bathroom). He has rewired the lounge so we no longer have to rely on hideous yellow extention cables to watch TV. He is now retiling the bathroom and fitting a new bath. It's going to be lovely. I just wish we could afford it.
Poor Pod has been subjected to nightly editions of Eastenders and a menu of BBC Prime rubbish, plus his host lying groaning on the sofa while the other one groans in bed. What fun!
In between coughing bouts and wringing out the sheets, I have finished Julian Barnes's excellent 'History of the World in 10 and a hlaf chapters', which is a series of short stories set in different centuries, and loosely connected by the theme of Noah's Ark. It is funny and sad and philosophical, just my cup of tea. I particularly liked the last chapter about Heaven, where you could have exactly what you wanted all the time, but got sick of having things your own way after a couple of hundred years of it, and requested death!
Now I am reading ' The Bookseller of Kabul', which paints a grim picture of life for women during the war with the Soviets and afterwards. We Brits are so privileged to have been born in our comfy, western world, where men and women are, in principle at least, treated as equals.
The Flood-Hunts have flu all over again. What a bore. I have had to take yet more time off work. News editor Ramsey says many staff members are off sick and he doesn't want to lose any more, so please don't come back and blow germs all over the survivors.
George has gone back to the doctor's yet again, for a check up. He still has a runny nose and cough, and is taking anti biotics. But he eats and sleeps well and is as playful and as gorgeous as ever.
OK George just back from doctors. He is 76 cm tall, normal weight (but Graham has forgotten weight details), normal head sitze, and has 8 teeth. He also has flu, and is likely to develop a fever before he gets better. He must stop with the anti biotics and have orange juice and iron tablets.
Graham and I are such doting parents. Sometimes I feel I have so much love for George that I am going to burst. Jin does a great job of looking after him but I fear it is a little claustrophobic here. He is mostly confined to the house with no other similar aged playmates, and he loves being with other children. I will try to find him a crêche in the vacinity for a few mornings a week.
Our brother-in-law, Pod, is here doing renovations on the house (see latest pix - Pod busy in the bathroom). He has rewired the lounge so we no longer have to rely on hideous yellow extention cables to watch TV. He is now retiling the bathroom and fitting a new bath. It's going to be lovely. I just wish we could afford it.
Poor Pod has been subjected to nightly editions of Eastenders and a menu of BBC Prime rubbish, plus his host lying groaning on the sofa while the other one groans in bed. What fun!
In between coughing bouts and wringing out the sheets, I have finished Julian Barnes's excellent 'History of the World in 10 and a hlaf chapters', which is a series of short stories set in different centuries, and loosely connected by the theme of Noah's Ark. It is funny and sad and philosophical, just my cup of tea. I particularly liked the last chapter about Heaven, where you could have exactly what you wanted all the time, but got sick of having things your own way after a couple of hundred years of it, and requested death!
Now I am reading ' The Bookseller of Kabul', which paints a grim picture of life for women during the war with the Soviets and afterwards. We Brits are so privileged to have been born in our comfy, western world, where men and women are, in principle at least, treated as equals.
darwin - 19. Jan, 08:44
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