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Monday, March 28, 2011

We received word from my parents this morning that Amelie had been throwing up all night. It's the kind of news which gives rise to a whole range of emotions: concern, anxiety, sympathy, but above all, major relief that it didn't happen here. I still felt quite worried though. That duvet cost me forty quid, and I'd hate to see it ruined by vomit. I'm still anxiously awaiting word on that.

Anyhoo, having spent the morning considering the possible causes of Amelie's sickness (over-excitement, over-consumption, furballs from kissing Chloe), we received a subtle clue this afternoon...

I think it's travel sickness. When my Mum turned up last night, she told us she had the car outside, but I'm sensing she'd brought the wheelbarrow.

Obviously I've had to crop that photo for legal reasons. I don't want the perpetrator identified and arrested for child cruelty. Or crimes against fashion. But Amelie looks ok. Admittedly she's as white as a ghost with anaemia, but let's paleface facts - her mother's Lisa, so pallor's in her genes.

Anyhoo, our sick daughter aside, Lisa and I are making the most of our freedom. We spent yesterday evening watching 'Anvil! The Story of Anvil', which was good, without being outstanding, and made Spinal Tap look like Panorama; and as we speak, Lisa's cooking me dinner. I did offer to take her out for a slap-up meal at a restaurant, but when all's said and done, and push came to shove, she couldn't be bothered to get dressed.


Dave said...

How long have you been interested in blacksmiths?

Phil said...

Since I forged a career in metal.