21 December 2012
Hello strangers. Well I've had a pants week, but on the mend... at last. So I thought I'd take a time out and check in since the apocalypse didnt happen this morning at 11.11. Ah well... We've been dropping like flies in my house, not a pretty sight, my other half is the latest casualty but he's 'MAN' and he's made of stronger stuff. So me Bubba and me poorly poorly, then Tuesday night, my star helper comes home from cubs and proceeds to vomit everywhere, so there's three of us out of action with me on my lonesome. But MAN came to the rescue the next morning and we all slept for days while the postie and delivery men constantly ding donged, and knock knocked waking us up delivering Christmas presents. Although as I result I finished work for Christmas early, I would have worked more if it meant my babes were well. The past two days have been quite grim but hey I felt better this afternoon and now my Christmas presents are all wrapped and hidden! Yey! Thankyou to the two lovely Opussians who enquired after me- you know who you are. But through all this disinfecting, puke and boil washes my little diamond has said another word- Alex! - ok the pronunciation of the 'l' is not there but big bother is mighty happy chappy! And... She's standing solo on carpet not wood... strange I know.. and she's starting eating with a fork. I'm very excited, through my tired eyes. So since the Mayans got it wrong, we can all relax and enjoy Christmas and that's what I'm doing now, with a medicinal beer, fake fire on the TV, and listening to my star helper play Christmas carols on the piano. Ok he may be a bit Les Dawson in places but I'm in a happy place for the first time this week.
Happy not the end of the world! X
Ding Dong, Knock Knock, Vomit And Alex • Opuss № I