The twitch is still here. It seems to be triggered by involuntary actions, like sneezing or yawning or moaning at the kids! It no longer seems to be connected with money, so at least I can do the grocery shopping without the worry of being sectioned for my juddery eyelid action :o)
Pentley is settling in nicely, although still fails to distinguish between our lounge and a public convenience! I’m sure we’ll crack it, but I feel like I spend my whole day cleaning up wee and faeces. So far, he has also ingested three snails, half a pound of gravel and the property section of the weekly newspaper; which means he could travel slowly to a ‘home open’ and lay a gravel drive when he got there ha ha!
Adam affectionately 'cuddles' Pentley in a Giant Haystacks hold.
He goes to work with us and spends the day asleep under the desk. He’s becoming more inventive in finding places to hide from the constant poking, prodding and teasing which is the kid’s total reason for living. I'm just grateful the dog gets it now and not me!
The house is coming on in leaps and bounds – we now have a partially-rendered exterior (that sounds funny – should that be a partially-rendered posterior!).
The house is coming on in leaps and bounds – we now have a partially-rendered exterior (that sounds funny – should that be a partially-rendered posterior!).
The pipework is in for the bathrooms and the electrical cables have all been channelled in preparation for the internal plastering. The air con has been first-fixed, as has the alarm and the hot water system.
OK, it may not be exciting for you - but they are future taps! **Gasp**
It certainly has moved on since Mum went home – perhaps it was her holding things up. Maybe the builders were worried that she’d find something to criticise (shock, horror – surely not).
Look at the state of my kitchen - pop round for tea; I'll put the wheelbarrow on!
The kids have asked that I put photos of their rooms on the blog. They tidied them especially for their centre spread in ‘Blogger Homes and Gardens’ – they will probably never look this good again (especially Darcie’s room as she is a slut with old pizza in her room and dirty knickers everywhere!).
Darcie's boudoir. I've hidden the knickers under her duvet.
Sam with his Arsenal inspired room.
Sam is particularly good with his room; he often goes off for the night and I go to tuck him in and he’s completely rearranged the layout. His bed has had every configuration within his room possible and desks and lamps move round as if he has his own personal poltergeist.
Rock star in the making.
No word of a lie - he arranges his pens and pencils into rows like this before he goes to bed at night! And I thought I was anal about WH Smiths.
Currently, he has converted his wardrobe into a ‘library’ and sits, shut in his wardrobe, reading by torch light. Yes, I’m sure a psychiatrist would have a great deal to say about that, but I’d rather not know – about either of them. Adam’s room is usually a pigsty. You have to tip toe through the cast of Thomas the Tank Engine meets Bob the Builder, just to kiss him good night; just heaven help if you manage to accidentally tread on one of his talking toys, which then launches into a dialogue for the next five minutes, waking him up in the process…..
Paul’s making slow progress. To be honest, I think the whole episode has knocked him for six. The operation has been massively more involved than either of us first anticipated. The Doctors have since told him just what was involved and it’s pretty nasty. The nerves all run the side of your nose and they have all been stretched to allow the surgeons access to the tumour. If they are stretched, they take a few months (well, up to a year, I think) to go back to a normal function. If however, the nerve was broken, they grow back at a rate of 1mm per month. So if you can imagine the length between the bottom of your nose and the inside of your eyebrow – that’s a lot of months to fully re-grow.
Paul is starting to get some feeling back around his nose and cheek, although his front three teeth are still numb and he could put a skewer through his nostril and not feel anything (oh, the fun I could have whilst he sleeps :-) He could potter off for a little snooze and wake up kebabed! The tablets he’s on are still sellable on street corners, although the dose has dropped. The downside is they give him really vivid, hallucinogenic dreams – almost to the point where he doesn’t want to sleep as the dreams are so bad. Mind you, all this considered, I’ve told him to save me at least two to try. I want to have a bit of a mind-bending experience too out of this! Knowing my luck, nothing will happen. Drugs never seem to work on me as I always seem to have one eye/ear out for the kids which medically counteracts any relaxant I dare to try. Even G&T is losing its effects (I know – how awful!) I have to drink more just to get the same effect :o)
The weather’s supposed to be a bit pants this week – typical kid’s school holiday weather! I might see how Paul goes and if he’s feeling better, he can escort Miss Parcel et al to the pictures and I can scrub the wee from the lino with LBC on my iPod for an afternoon’s unbridled pleasure!
Sam’s just mentioned that the Perth Motor Show’s on too this weekend, so I might dose Paul up on Sanatogen and Ralgex (no, I don’t know why Ralgex – but it’ll make him smell as old as he looks when he shuffles along) and see if he and Sam can manage a more successful trip than they did last year – I don’t know if they actually made it in through the doors before Sam announced that he felt bilious (Mum’s favourite word) and they had to come home. Never mind - it's only Monday. A great deal can happen between now and the weekend.
Paul’s making slow progress. To be honest, I think the whole episode has knocked him for six. The operation has been massively more involved than either of us first anticipated. The Doctors have since told him just what was involved and it’s pretty nasty. The nerves all run the side of your nose and they have all been stretched to allow the surgeons access to the tumour. If they are stretched, they take a few months (well, up to a year, I think) to go back to a normal function. If however, the nerve was broken, they grow back at a rate of 1mm per month. So if you can imagine the length between the bottom of your nose and the inside of your eyebrow – that’s a lot of months to fully re-grow.
Paul is starting to get some feeling back around his nose and cheek, although his front three teeth are still numb and he could put a skewer through his nostril and not feel anything (oh, the fun I could have whilst he sleeps :-) He could potter off for a little snooze and wake up kebabed! The tablets he’s on are still sellable on street corners, although the dose has dropped. The downside is they give him really vivid, hallucinogenic dreams – almost to the point where he doesn’t want to sleep as the dreams are so bad. Mind you, all this considered, I’ve told him to save me at least two to try. I want to have a bit of a mind-bending experience too out of this! Knowing my luck, nothing will happen. Drugs never seem to work on me as I always seem to have one eye/ear out for the kids which medically counteracts any relaxant I dare to try. Even G&T is losing its effects (I know – how awful!) I have to drink more just to get the same effect :o)
The weather’s supposed to be a bit pants this week – typical kid’s school holiday weather! I might see how Paul goes and if he’s feeling better, he can escort Miss Parcel et al to the pictures and I can scrub the wee from the lino with LBC on my iPod for an afternoon’s unbridled pleasure!
Sam’s just mentioned that the Perth Motor Show’s on too this weekend, so I might dose Paul up on Sanatogen and Ralgex (no, I don’t know why Ralgex – but it’ll make him smell as old as he looks when he shuffles along) and see if he and Sam can manage a more successful trip than they did last year – I don’t know if they actually made it in through the doors before Sam announced that he felt bilious (Mum’s favourite word) and they had to come home. Never mind - it's only Monday. A great deal can happen between now and the weekend.
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