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Sunday, November 21, 2010

Lisa's out all day today, attending the Regional Forum of AA's South East Regional Assembly. Whatever that is. It's in Burgess Hill, so I suspect she just liked the way I made the place sound on my blog this week, and wanted an excuse to visit.

It means that Amelie and I have been left to self-medicate for the day. To be honest, I'm a lot better now, but Am's still at death's door. You can gauge the seriousness of any Ammy illness by the list of foods she refuses. When well, the list is non-existent, but as things stand right now, she's turning away biscuits, toast and - I kid you not - chocolate. It's currently 2pm, and all she's had today are three smokey bacon crisps and a couple of Fruit Shoots. Gillian McKeith would be turning in her jungle grave.

In addition, Amelie's feeling so sorry for herself that she refuses to let me put her down for a nap, and will only drop off to sleep if I'm underneath her. Which makes it difficult to get on with anything. Left unattended, she's generally capable of going for a maximum of five seconds without bursting into tears and asking for a cuddle, so novel-writing's pretty much out of the question. This blog post's taken me three hours.

I did make the decision that if I couldn't get near a keyboard, and was going to have to spend the day on the sofa, wiping snot from the face of a distressed two-year-old, then I should transport myself away mentally, and take the opportunity to completely plan out the rest of my novel in my head. Which is a good idea in theory, until you try doing it in front of CBeebies. I challenge anyone to think of anything remotely productive whilst listening to a couple of llamas singing about health & safety.

Not that my day has been entirely unproductive. I have had a hand in the creation of a masterpiece...


I've speeded it up, so that you can see her nose running at four times normal speed.

6 comments:

Phil said...

I've since found out that they were alpacas, not llamas. I can only apologise.

Phil's Mum said...

Speeding the film up makes it look as if Am is fine and full of life!  But, seriously, I hope you're going to knock these germs on the head before Christmas - or even next weekend.
Lots of love to the sufferer and the carers.

Phil said...

The carers ARE  the sufferers.

Dave said...

If you had voice recognition software (surely your iPad has?) you could tell Am your novel as a bed-time story, and get it written at the same time.

Phil's Mum said...

Brilliant idea, Dave.  That should make her fall asleep!

Phil said...

Oi!