I am so sorry for not blogging for AGES. Real life had taken over and my writing ability took a complete nosedive.
I shall give you a brief rundown on the last six weeks or so.
Firstly: the wonderful and usually superhero-esque Rock God was struck down with what I assumed was a touch of the poorly tum-tums. To be fair, the Chums had both had
the trots dodgy tummies in the preceding days, so it wasn’t a huge leap to assume he had the same.
After spending the day in bed, the pain in his stomach was only getting worse so he called his parents for a lift to the Out Of Hours surgery (it was a Sunday evening and I’d had wine). He didn’t even make it that far, he was writhing around in such pain in the car that they went straight to A&E.
The Doctor took one look at him, prodded his stomach, said, ‘yes, that’ll be your appendix then’ and they took him in for surgery.
His appendix had ruptured, necrotised and was facing the wrong way. Blee. My poor darling husband had to have four weeks off work, plus a week of part time hours. He’s just now starting to feel normal, and was back to gigging (although not at full pelt) last night.
As you can imagine, I have been the very epitome of doting wifey/nursemaid, with not a hint of irritation or short temper and ready with cool flannels to mop his weary brow.
liar liar pants on fire What else? Oh, the kitchen is finished, sort of. I still need to paint some bits but other than that it is BEAUTIFUL. I can’t stress enough how much I LOVE my dishwasher and my self cleaning oven, I really can’t. They are life changing delights of wonderfulness.
I tried my hand at wallpapering yesterday, I did an ok job for a beginner but when I got up this morning there were some whacking great gaps between the last few drops (see how professional I am? DROPS. That’s a technical term right there), so I’ve ripped those bits down and will redo them today. The rest looks lovely though.
This bit looks awesome.
The rest, not so much:
Still, it was a learning curve and I can now add wallpapering to the Big List Of Things I Can Do A Bit But Just Not Brilliantly. Along with painting walls, baking cakes and playing the piano. Oh and probably parenting. And housework.
Other news: The Pie turned eight. We all went to the farm and saw the animals and went on a pony ride. Well, mine was a friffing SHIRE HORSE actually. I queued up with all the other children for a ride and asked for a go and the girl running the show looked me up and down and said ‘you’ll have to go on the big horse
that we bring out for fat heifers like you’. The Pie had a lovely time with all her lovely friends and it was a brilliant day.
The Boy has developed an obsession with Greek myths, thanks to the Percy Jackson books (these are fab by the way). I am massively encouraging this as it’s MUCH poncier to be able say ‘my son has an interest in Classical History’ than it is to say, ‘yeah, he likes StarWars’. Hehe.
The Littlest Chum is an eating machine, much like his father. At seven and a half months he has already eaten vegetable curry, dauphinoise potatoes, roast dinner and, er, chips. It is an absolute delight to watch him stuff fists full of food into his smiley mouth, he is just such a cheery chum and has taken over the household completely. We are all in his thrall.
Right, I am off to finish my decorating before enjoying the rest of this rainy Sunday with The Chums. See you all soon xx