It's o so quiet

[ailbhe]

Actually, there's a radio playing lousy music in the background, but there are no kids. I needed to go to the bank to close and empty my savings account from 1998 and mum said I could go unencumbered and have a coffee, so I'm using the opportunity to print off my plane ticket and may venture to have a coffee shortly. It's a bit primitive to my London-influenced eyes but astonishingly high-tech for Midleton as I know it.

I'm using a Windows box and printing is an adventure; I can't seem to edit the document I want to print, nor check the status of the print job, so I'm hoping that the intermittent noises the printer is making are good. The coffee machine appears to be customer-operated also, and I'm not sure how payment works, but nothing ventured nothing gained and all that. Mum has promised faithfully to call me if the babies need me.

Mum's doctor visit was good. My sinus infection is much less painful than it was, and my chest infection seems fine, though I'm now finding flecks of blood when I cough, presumably because of the degree of irritation. It's not enough to worry me but it's annoying as all get-out.

I've been reading argh I forget her name Deborah Jackson. She's very anti reins / toddler harness. I suspect she's never dislocated her baby's arm while pulling it away from an oncoming car.

My little walk to the bank has even given me a slight appetite; I will see if this newsagent has anything I can eat up front. The antibiotics are upsetting me so much I might even try some milk chocolate; it's not like it will make much difference.

Linnea loves to draw faces; noses tend to be heavily overemphasised though. I expect it's a phase. She also really likes complicated games with multiple characters; I must dig out the journal entry I made for the first funny one I overheard, involving a mop called John, as I recall.

Comments

Deborah Jackson

[merryhouse.livejournal.com]

I've only read her "Three in a Bed" which I thought was *fabulous* mainly because I'd always wanted to co-sleep (without having that name for it) and this book addressed all Rob's fears on the issue.

When people go on about reins I always remember the afp discussion - "I'd rather have a degraded child than a dead one" - and my sister's tale of a small child in her village which I have deleted because I tell it rather stark but which illustrates the point nicely. I'm sure on the Pacific islands Deborah Jackson likes to trot out it's not necessary to use reins, but in Modern Civilisation (and quite possibly older ones too) they are invaluable.

Re: Deborah Jackson

[supermouse.livejournal.com]

I like them lots, even without having children. A child with reins isn't going to suddenly dart into the road in front of me, and even with other people's children being nothing to do with me, I do end up watching out for them anyway when they are loose.

Re: Deborah Jackson

[wingedkami.livejournal.com]

I've never really understood why people get so worked up about reins. I wore them as a child, and I don't recall ever feeling degraded or anything. In fact they barely registered at all.