So about a month ago we had a miscarriage. We were going to have a second child and then we weren’t. Say it like that and it’s quite simple really.
Sitting in the Office working on a new site design and it just occurred to me that I’m doing three people’s jobs in a four day week and being an available and supportive superdad in the hours in between.
So I have this recurring fantasy where I design a simple 12 volt grinding tool using a starter motor with a ferrous metal cutting wheel bolted to the axle. In my dream I have long, coiled, power lead from the motor to a cigar-lighter plug so the tool can plugged into any vehicle’s socket by running the cable in the window.
Mark from Bristol has pointed out to me that there’s a link on the scrapbook that can be read in such a way as to give access to nudie pics of a fat hairy guy in the bath (me). I hope he hasn’t also written down my credit card details if indeed they were also visible.
This, from Hanan Levin a week ago and not sure what to do about it…
Funny taking her back to the hospital where she was born, kind of a return to the womb (that word should so totally have two ‘o’s)… She was there with Nick from 15:00 to 23:30 yesterday. When I got there Nick was shattered, but today being my childcare day I got to have quality time with doctors.
CLF’s been running around the Royal Free’s pediatric A&E for most of the afternoon. I’m stuck at work, so Nick’s had to deal on her own. As of 20:00 CLF had had her first X-ray and was waiting for results.
So I’ve become a bit of an ebay hound…
Have just completed tax returns going back to April 1998.