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Thursday, January 17, 2013

Someone's in a fowl mood...


Still, it makes a change from his father being hen-pecked. At least one of us has something to laugh about.

To be honest, I don't know what's going on with my health at the moment. My throat's suddenly a lot worse this morning, which really shouldn't be possible, and may threaten my plans to go snowboarding tomorrow. I can only imagine that it's God's way of telling me to stop talking to Lisa.

Worse still is that I've run out of my only means of self-medication: Stefan and Andrew's carrot cake. With My Lidl Pony burgers off the menu, it's been my main source of vitamin A, and tragically I finished it last night. We're a family of four, so I'd like to think we had a quarter each, but in reality I've eaten most of it in three days. Although Amelie did her best to help. She's definitely her father's daughter.

Of course, it's only when you've eaten it all that you realise it was sitting on a vintage Barbie paper plate from 1990...


It's like getting a cake from Waylon Smithers. And I've told Lisa she should do her hair like that.

Anyhoo, there's not really a lot to say when the only place you've been in the past seven days is the doctor's surgery, and your throat's too sore to have a meaningful conversation. The biggest news of the week is that we've finally managed to put our Christmas tree away. Twelfth Night coincided with all our insurance shenanigans, and two days later I was at death's door, and evacuating the premises. So what with one thing and another, the decorations didn't go down until Twenty-Second Night. Which is a worry, as it means the glorious run of good fortune we've enjoyed so far this year may not be set to last.

But whilst I might lack the strength to get dressed, I can still lift a pen with my daughter...


To be honest, she helped me more with Clarinet Mouse than with Axe-Wielding Fox. Although the fox's whiskers are all Amelie's own work. I was glad she added them actually, as up to that point he was looking more like an eagle.

4 comments:

Phil's Mum said...

One piece of good news in the family - Big Sis was working at Heathrow yesterday, instead of arriving at Vauxhall station just after 8.00am and walking along the road where the helicopter crashed, as she often does.  She must have taken down her Christmas decorations on time!

Peter Chapman said...

Play the game Phil. You needed a video title such as 'Goose SAVAGES helpless baby'

Phil's Mum said...

Or possibly 'Baby sees off Savage Goose'.

Phil said...

I was tempted to go for 'LEGGY BIRD CAUGHT IN BED WITH MY SON', but I didn't want him to get a reputation.