I’ve been in Leeds most of this week on a course. It is 300 miles from Poole. Drove up there Tuesday night, 5 hours drive, developed a cold on the way up, spent 3 days in a classroom with thumping head and leaking nose finding it hard to concentrate, drove back tonight trying to see through streaming eyes and got home an hour ago.
Kids and Sarah were pleased to see me. However, I picked Lucy up for a cuddle and she threw up all over me. lol. Welcome home Daddy!
I want to sleep a lot this weekend. However I also want to play with the kids. Maybe I’ll play hide and seek with them and hide in the loft and snooze 🙂
Is a whinge a cold or throw-up?
oh. lol.
“whinge”, verb. To bitch or moan. I was whinging about having to trek up to the freezing North and then catching a cold.
lolol – poor lucy. was she sick, or just excited?
Sick I’m afraid. She’s got a tummy bug, she’s not well poor thing. She’s been asleep on the sofa most of the day today.
Greg, you sound like a wonderful Dad.
mmm well, thankyou. I try my best. *twists arm around head in acute embaressment*
Lucy is back on form today, thankfully. I must share some recent photos – she’s grown an awful lot since you saw her, Buzz.