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Our Liddle Varicella Girl
Posted by Webby at June 30, 2007 11:07 PM | Comments (0)Oh dear!
Evelyn has chicken pox. Evie had a poor night's sleep on Thursday night (Jilly even allowed her to sleep with us), and was obviously unsettled all night. Evelyn had a little hot head, but Jilly and I both put that down to Evelyn being hot beneath her quilt. She seemed fine on Friday morning, with no signs of any spots or the pox, so I took her to nursery. Just before lunch, the nursery rang to say that Evelyn obviously had chicken pox and wanted me to come and collect her. When I arrived at the nursery, Evelyn seemed quite happy (if a little tired), and did have a bout half a dozen little spots on her tummy.
Evelyn (and, therefore, Jilly and I) had an appalling nights sleep last night, and Evelyn woke up absolutely covered in spots. The spots are all over Evie's little torso, face, head and even in her mouth and ears. Actually, Evie's being very brave about the whole thing, and rarely complains. She isn't doing a lot of scratching. When she does try to scratch her spots, and Jilly or I tell her to stop, she immediately denies scratching, and claims to be, "...just rubbin'"!
As I'm typing this, Jilly is applying more cream to Evie's spots and trying to sing her to sleep. Our liddle angel's not very happy at the moment...
Glastonbury 2007 (Day 2)
Posted by Webby at June 23, 2007 02:15 PM | Comments (0)I've arrived home this afternoon, after spending a lovely half morning with Helen, Dom, Tilly and Evelyn, to discover a load of photographs very generously sent by Jobley (who seems conspicuous in her absence from most of the pictures...come on Jo, get Jim to take some!)
Anyway, clearly, at least Jo went to see Fionn Regan last night, and it would appear that my wife has got herself a Tattoo!
The text that accompanied the photo read,
"She'll show you her piercing when she gets home ;-)"
I don't know whether to laugh, or cry.
UPDATE - 20:30
So, I was watching some of the recorded and live highlights from the day at Glastonbury this evening, when a band called The Pideon Detectives were televised, playing The John Peel Stage. Anyway, the lead singer got down from the stage and climbed the fence at the front of the crowd. As I was playing a board game with Evelyn, I was destracted for a second or two, and returned to watching the band as the lead singer was surfing the crowd. In fact, he was laid on his back as he was singer one of the tunes. Immediately, I thought (and I quote), "Some mucky slapper's bound to cop a feel while he's on his back above the crowd"
Only minutes ago, Jilly rang to see how everything was. She was having a great time and was, obviously, very drunk. Jilly asked me if I had just seen the The Pideon Detectives (giggling as she did), and continued telling me that the lead singer had been crowd surfing and that...wait for it...she had (and, again, I quote), "Got my hands down his pants"
I'm so very proud!
They're all off to watch The Kooks and The Killers later and, as they're televised tonight, I may see if I can spot Jilly trying to assault any other unsuspecting and unfortunate rock stars.
UPDATE UPDATE
In fact, I've now recieved two text messages from Jilly. They read, as follows:
"WATCH PIDGIEON DETDCTIVES WE R ON TELLY! X", and
"DID U C US? WEN HE STAGE DIVED I COPPED A FEEL! WAYHAY! x"
I keep reminding myself that I swore, "...In sickness and in health".
Glastonbury 2007 (Day 1)
Posted by Webby at June 22, 2007 07:16 PM | Comments (0)So, this morning when I went to get Evelyn out of bed, I was met with a less than warm welcome.
"No, Daddy. I don't want you. I want my mummy!"
Charming! Obviously, Evelyn has begun missing her mum. There were a few tears before we left the house for 'that new nursery', but Evelyn was fine when I left her.
On the way to 'that new nursery', Evelyn was telling me about how she had sat with Tilly and Kieran at Helen's "yestday". Evelyn told me that she, "...loved it there!". Something I though Helen would be pleased to hear.
Something else I hoped Helen would be pleased to see, is the latest picture from Glastonbury. Clearly, it was a mistake to tell Jobley that any photographs from the event would be warmly welcomed. The greatest irony is that I've since talked to Jilly who says that Jobley won't be sending many more pic's as they cost 50p a piece to send to my e-mail address.
Anyway, feast you eyes on the latest shot from Glastonbury...stunning, isn't it?
Any-hoo, these are the bands that Jilly has reported that she's seen (or plans to see) today. Apparently, Gogol Bordello are gypsy punks, and I'd have loved 'em. We'll see...
Gogol Bordello
Amy Winehouse
The Magic Numbers
The Fratellis
CUD
Bjork
Glastonbury 2007 (arrival) - Criminally Negligent?
Posted by Webby at June 21, 2007 10:57 PM | Comments (0)So...Jilly has abandoned the rest of the population of Gingatopia to go gallavanting off to spend a booze-fuelled weekend of revellry in Glastonbury. Jim told me that the tents would be crammed into the fields, but I could never have believed they were going to be this close together. Aaarrrggghhh, the noise; aaarrrggghhh, the smell!
Of course, ours isn't the only abandonment...
They arrived there safely and, when I last spoke to Jilly (at 20:30) they were all settling down to a few glasses of cider/lager. Very nice, I'm sure.
Me? I'll be catching up on 'Heroes' over the weekend. I hope that, with a little dedication I could watch the remaining 17 episodes before Jilly returns.
Really, I hope they all have a fantastic time, especially those Tempy Tittens who are on their first Glastonbury this weekend, and that the weather stays good...
Fathers' Day #3
Posted by Webby at June 17, 2007 09:53 PM | Comments (0)Evelyn, Jilly (and, to a modest degree) Kieran, made Fathers' Day (can I call it Father's Day?) special for me today. Jilly bought me a lovely selection of gifts on Evelyn's behalf. Unable to contain herself on Thursday, Evelyn did tell me that they'd bought me a T-shirt. Only today, did I discover that it's a SuperDad T-shirt, a T-shirt complete with a Superman style logo on the chest. Unfortunately, the XL SuperDad T-shirt doesn't quite fit this SuperDad's Super-Belly...yet another reason to lose some bloody weight.
Anyway, having bought Jilly a new tent at Mitchell's (aka Go-Outdoors in Wakefield)(even though they are closed due to being flooded in the reason 'storms'), we all drove to Nostell Priory for the day. I'd never been before, but the weather was (surprisingly) sunny, and we had a lovely time. Now, I said that Kieran helped to make the day special to a modest degree because, as Jilly, Evelyn and I walked around the house and gardens, Kieran slept in the car as he'd stayed up all night at a mate's house the night before...bloody teenagers, eh?
SHE SAID WHAT?
Posted by Webby at June 14, 2007 09:42 PM | Comments (0)So...a few days ago (during sunnier times), Jilly and Evelyn went into town. As they walked to the bus stop, Evelyn casually commented on the weather,
"Chuffin' Hell Mummy, I'm buddy (bloody...er...obviously!) hot"
Jilly told Evelyn that she mustn't use expressions like that.
"You mustn't say that Evelyn. Please don't say it again!", Jilly told Evelyn.
"But I am hot, Mummy", Evelyn pleaded.
Then, bizarrely, the last couple of days have seen, for some parts of the country, the biggest downpour in centuries; some areas of Yorkshire seeing a whole months rainfall in the last 24 hours. And what were Evelyn's comments, having observed the deluge this morning? I'll tell you...
As Evelyn was already up and about when it was time for Kieran to get up for school, Jilly asked Evelyn if she'd go and wake Kieran. Evelyn's reaction? She walked to the bottom of the stairs, and shouted,
"Kieran! It's pissing it down! You'd better get your ghoul (kagoul) on!"
I despair!
Obviously, Jilly and I have spoken to Evelyn about her use of language. Evelyn seems to be beginning to understand that it isn't always suitable for her to use expressions that she hears adults use, and has promised not to use these particular expressions again.
Well...I believe her!
Crazy Brilliance
Posted by Webby at June 6, 2007 08:12 PM | Comments (0)Crazy
Over the last weekend, Jilly and Evelyn did some planting out in the garden but, as the day finished, Evelyn grew a little tired of gardening and went inside before Jilly had finished planting.
After Evelyn had gone inside, Jilly began using some old plastic bottles, with the bottles cut off, to protect the last of the seedlings she planted out.
On Sunday morning Evelyn went outside to inspect the work that she had completed with Jilly the day before. When seeing the plastic bottles stuck in the soil, Evelyn looked at me and announced,
"Look Daddy, we've grown some bottles"*
Brilliance**
So, last night (I think it was), I was up in the loft when I heard Evelyn call me from her bedroom. Jilly had finished reading to Evelyn some time before, and Evie should have been asleep.
"Daddy, I need you", Evie shouted. "I've done a wee-wee!"
By this time, Jilly had heard Evelyn calling, and was on her way upstairs, asking Evelyn what she meant by she'd 'done a wee-wee', expecting (like me) to find that Evelyn meant she'd had an accident in her bed.
"I've done a wee-wee in my potty, Mummy", was Evelyn's reply.
Evelyn had got out of bed, used her potty, and was waiting for me or Jilly to help her get dressed again. How great is that?
*If truth be told, I staged this photograph, of Evelyn pointing at the bottles, for comedic effect.
Sad, I know!
**Who would ever have believed that a person could write for all the world to see, with such pride, about his daughter's toilet habits. If I'm still maintaining Gingatopia when Evelyn's in her teens, she'll probably swing for me over this...
