Some Fava Beans and a Nice Chianti, Anyone?

Jennifer will be pleased that Mr H has already drawn a purple cross on my left ear. On Tuesday, after we explained that I would be back in hospital for another operation (with a bigger bandage this time), Jennifer excitedly asked: “will you have another purple cross drawn on your ear?”. This is for you, JAC:

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A Tale of Two Kilis (Part Two)

Two days ago was the eighth anniversary of nine Team Graeme trekkers (plus about one-third of Graeme’s ashes) reaching the summit* of Mount Kilimanjaro. Graeme hitched his ride to the top with the six-strong speedy splinter cell who reached the summit first:

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ScanMan, H-Man and the Plan

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Leo seems to be embracing the Mother vs Son competition I introduced in The Benign Prerogative. He’s been checked over and there’s nothing to worry about unduly, but a high temperature and some spots cut short his nursery day today. The doctor thinks it’s Hand, Foot and Mouth disease, a virus that he had without any problems a few months ago. He’s a bit clingy but is eating and drinking ok, which is the most important thing. Calpol is keeping his temperature under control. Continue reading “ScanMan, H-Man and the Plan”

Cole’s Miscellany (Part Seven)

  • One of Jennifer’s bedtime stories last night, Elmer and the Rainbow, was new to me. I’m a big fan of the Elmer books and this one didn’t let me down: “Some things you can give and give and not lose any. Things like happiness or love or my colours”. I’ll take a sentimental patchwork elephant with a positive message like that any day of the week over a certain selfish swine not worth her salt.
  • Before Squattergate kicked off, Leo had never slept at the Rents’ house but Jennifer regularly invited herself here for sleepovers. They both slept here for my first two nights in hospital. On the third night, even though I was still in hospital, Graham was keen for Jennifer to sleep at home to bring a semblance of normality to her life. She was not massively keen on the idea to start with but devastation set in when she realised that the plan was for Leo to remain at Grandma’s. No prizes for guessing where she slept that night after she asked: “is Leo taking my place?”.
  • There have been quite a few logistics to sort out as a result of the Immigrant, which have required a fair few forms to be completed. I’ve found the “One Size Fits All” forms infuriating (and, at times, impossible to answer truthfully) as my pedantry makes me uncomfortable ticking the “best fit” box when it is potentially misleading or incomplete. I’ve spent a lot of time over the last few weeks mentally redesigning the travel insurance claim and DVLA notification forms, in particular. I was considering a sideline in redesigning forms to simplify them, not because I thought it would be remotely lucrative but it would make me sleep better at night. Of course, insurance companies don’t want to make it easier for people to make claims, so that’s the end of that sideline before I’ve even got started.
  • It probably won’t come as a surprise that this article struck a chord with me. Bring it on!

The Benign Prerogative

Yesterday, Graham spoke to one of the specialist nurses who works with Mr H. Between us, Graham and I had a few follow-up questions that we had not thought to ask on Friday after Mr H confirmed that the Immigrant’s permanent residence visa could not be revoked. Paradoxically, given the ultimate prognosis, Continue reading “The Benign Prerogative”

Fool of a Sook

If the aim of my last post was to turn each of you into an antipodean sook, then it was a success. It wasn’t my intention but I am pleased to have learnt a new word. (I’m not insinuating that you are all fools with my choice of title, by the way, but I thought my brother would be proud with what I think is the debut LOTR reference on this blog.) Continue reading “Fool of a Sook”