Saturday 8 December 2007

It's Not a Tickling Contest, Is It?


I caved in to Sky's marketing and bought the Hatton v Mayweather fight. I'm no expert but Mayweather certainly seemed the better boxer, but Ricky never did stop coming forward, until the 10th round. Mayweather hit him with a left hook that caused him to head butt the corner post and bounce backwards onto the canvas, it was almost a comedy moment.
Ricky wasn't too happy with some of Mayweather's tactics and the way he was being treated by the referee, and in the official post-fight interview he whinged a bit but did remark that "it's not a tickling contest, is it".
Anyway, it's 5.45 now so about time I went to bed - still got plenty to do tomorrow, erm, well, today.

Thursday 6 December 2007

Visiting Time

We're off to see Eve tonight, she's 18 days old already!
Anton's got the beers in the fridge; I've warned him they need to be at the right temperature or I'll cry, and there's no way he's changing my nappy.

We are taking a little gift though...

Tuesday 4 December 2007

Cravings

This woman seems to be craving pickled cucumbers. Olga ate plenty of these before she was pregnant, so there's clearly something wrong. I don't know if this is a craving, but she's started drinking tea with milk in it. Uurrghhh!! Can you imagine that!?
Worryingly, I've started enjoying tea with lemon instead of milk. I'll be eating pickled cucumbers next.

Monday 3 December 2007

That's yer cot


After the weekend, we now have a bed in the spare bedroom, and the baby's cot and changing table are in place (that's not our cot, but you get the message :-) ).
I need to crack on with getting the study ready, then we can actually move into the spare bedroom and I can get used to navigating around in the dark, avoiding all the furniture when I get up to go to the loo in the night.

I've taken pity on Olga and taken on most of the dog-walking duties, aren't I the caring, thoughtful guy :-) Where's my Nobel Prize?!