Sudden realisation that days have gone by...
We took James to the emergency Doc's again over the weekend. Luckily nothing more serious than nasty tonsillitis (he was cryng like some kind of crying academy trainee). A bout of dayglo looking drugs later and he's back to his hilarious, giggly, snuggly self once more.
Meanwhile I managed to go out *two nights on the trot* last week. No, I don't really understand it either. My friend Bob was over for a flying visit (apparently Dexter, her "basically the same age as James" son, bawled the entire journey from SF to here. Ouch). It's so good to spend relaxed time doing nothing more unusual than blethering about nothing in particular with friends. I value that time more than I could possibly tell you.
The following night my Mother came up for some overdue babysitting (last time she was going to, one of the kids was sick) and we went to our friends Rich & Emma's combined 40th birthday party. the party in itself was partially satisfying. Nice location in the middle of town, but a very loud band (who were good, just too much for a small space) buggered it up a little. Here I am reviewing a bloody party. The important point about the evening was again, hanging out. And also meeting an old friend's girlfriend for the first time. He's been going out with her since August <smacks head>. She was ace, he was so blissfully happy, Emma looked amazing, in full on sixties mode along with red Joe Orton hat. Rich looked great and is trying to think of a sow to go with the actual concept which he's already done all the publicity for. As usual.
It'll be so nice / so expensive (delete as appropriate) to go up to Edinburgh in a couple of years with the kids for two or three days in the week - share out babysitting or something and go see a buch of childrens theatre during the day - but more importantly, go see some of the stuff our friends do and we miss constantly.
We were not persuaded to go to the Lattitude Festival (sort of Cambridge Folk meets Hay on Wye with a small actual rock festival tacked on) given that James is still in nappies, obviously, plus there's the Goats Milk issue. Still, we have made the commitment to saying that when he's out of naps, we will attempt to do this kind of thing. although looking at Glastonbury this year, my reaction if rain was on the cards would be so say in a sort of shrill panic "Are you absolutely insane???". Yes, you too can spend three days in the St Johns Ambulance tent, wrapped in blankets trying to ward off hypothermia.
Erm... oh yes! I thought I had a most appalling skin condition . Scabies! The palms of my hands have become horrendously itchy, with little blistery bumps under the skin. I recognise the bumps, I have always had a tendency to develop them on one of my toe knuckles. But the only net description I could find that matched was Scabies. Cue a certain disorientated revulsion. It turns out of course that I've got stress related eczema. Sometimes, it itches so much, I wish I had sandpaper and a woodblock. I'd sand it down to the flesh, I'm telling you.
