January 10th

1999:  Stood at the stair gate this morning saying, “Mum, Mum, Mum””.  She’s not fooling me, I know she’s downstairs.  Up Mummy came to get me and we went downstairs to sleep on one settee and Aunty ‘Bim’ was on the other one.  We all slept until 7.15 when I decided it was time for everyone to wake up. Uncle Terry came round this afternoon with lots of new clothes for my holiday.  He complained that I “stunk of garlic”.  Well so would he if he’d just polished off a garlic baguette.  It’s no difference for kids you know.  Besides, it makes a change from the usual kiddie smells. When mummy was cooking tea I dragged a chair through from the dining table and stood at the kitchen side.  Mummy turned her back to dish up my tea and she turned back to see me fall head first off the chair and roley poley as I landed on my head.  I cried from shock and got a Jelly Baby, which I had pointed to immediately as I was lifted up.  Anyway, I actually think I was rather clever.  I’ve tried to go head over heels since, but I can’t quite manage it without the height factor.   I went to bed and was asleep by 7.00.  Hopefully Mum will do the same soon, but she said something about ironing and packing.  Still, holiday tomorrow………

2019: We still see Bim who progressed over the years to sausage Kim as she used to call me sausage.  Still love my garlic and just food generally. Roley Poley – well these progressed to somersaults I used to do gymnastics for school along with several other sports. Not so sure I could do one now but give me a trampoline and I might! Meanwhile I’ll continue with that work thing whilst mum relaxes is Tenerife.

 

January 9th

1999: Woke mum in her bed with my cold feet but soon got them warm again on mum’s legs.  We snuggled back down for a while until I managed to get her up by uttering the magic words.  What I didn’t tell her is  I’d already started, so when she quickly took off my nappy it all fell on her foot.  Luckily she saw the funny side of it.  Phew!  Had mum running up and down the stairs today (well you have to try it out with them all don’t you) and on one occasion I actually sat on the loo for 5 minutes, but no action, so mum gave up.  I wanted to stay upstairs and play and Mum went down, two minutes later – oh no – “Mum, Mum, Poo”.  Eventually, on the third shout she came upstairs; too late I’m afraid it was all over the landing.  Well that will teach her to listen to me in the first place. Went over the town today.  I wanted to get out and jump in the puddles, but unfortunately mum just doesn’t have any sense of adventure and she seemed to think that just pushing the buggy through the puddles would suffice.  I couldn’t be bothered to argue, so I just pretended it was fun.  On the way back we went to the burger van and ordered two bacon rolls, and I happily munched mine on the way home and I ate two whole bites.  

2019: What can I say? I’d eat both bacon rolls right now and mum still does not listen to me – although I am usually right and its now me saying “see. I told you so”. Check out her ditzy blog to get a better understanding of what I have to put up with!

 

January 8th

1999: Got into mums bed this morning with …………………Nan?  Oh that’s right mum had to go to work again last night!  Well I’m making the most of this, sorry Nan but there’s no way I’m going back to sleep. I spoke to mum on the phone at 8.00 when she rang to say good morning and to see if I was being a good boy.  Why shouldn’t I be?  She has no faith my Mother.  Doesn’t she realize yet that I only play up when she’s around – moaning at me?  Well it gets on your nerves after a while.  “Jack don’t do that, don’t do this………………..” On and on and on she drones.  I did have Nan running up and down the stairs all morning though by saying “poo”, but I didn’t  (It’s a great game this, the power you have to make them all go running with just one, simple word).  Tonight mummy and I sat on the settee watching telly, drinking milk and eating a huge bowl of sweeties.  Heaven.  She can go and do extra hours at work any time she likes.  There’s nothing like a guilty conscience.

2019: Mums in Tenerife getting some winter sun. Hopefully they’ll be sweeties when she gets back! Meanwhile I don’t envy her those extra work hours – my day has been long, long, long insulating loft after loft! And as for poo – well that makes me go running now due to the wonder of Chron’s. Karma apparently.

 

 

January 7th

1999:  Slept the whole night in my own bed, I must be slacking, will have to do better than that tonight. Before we left for Edon’s today, I spied a big tube of Smarties, which someone had apparently dropped round for me last night.  What a treat, I’m not usually allowed, but I’ve seen them now mum – you should have hidden them sooner (I mean you had all night).  Meanie head said that I couldn’t have them for breakfast, so I decided to take them with me.  I put them on the dashboard and guzzled my drink.  Mum tried all sorts of distractions, but I know her game, she was hoping I would forget they were there.  Is she stupid?  I mean she’d remember her sweeties so what makes her think I wouldn’t remember mine?  I humoured her, responded to her distractive ramblings and once at Edon’s got out of the car, Smarties tightly clenched in hand.

2019: Well mums away in Tenerife and I’ve been working hard all day and grabbing what I can to snack on. To be fair, I love my sweets still, but know chocolate really effects my Chron’s so I tend to avoid this. Along with spicy food and nuts – so what did mum put in my Christmas sack – Wasabi bloomin nuts!

January 6th

1999: I decided to be good this morning (well I give the old girl a break from time to time) and played nicely with my toys whilst mum was getting ready. I have found a new hiding place – not in the beds or behind the doors – but in the suitcase in Mummys room. She found it very funny and I had to stay there while she ran downstairs to get the camera. Not that I minded; I love a good pose. My good behaviour continued throughout the day.  Edon reckons mum has me well trained as I put Edons’ slippers on for her when we came in and fetched her boots for her when it was time to go out again. Edon found this very funny, but it’s no laughing matter you know, my mum’s a right slave driver!  I wanted to go to Nanny and Pa’s tonight, but mum said no.  So I just said “Nan, Nan, Nan” over and over again, getting louder and louder until she gave in.  Well it saved her cooking tea didn’t it?  Pa had bought me a Teletubbies CD and now my totally un-trendy mummy has to try and learn all the dances.  She just can’t keep up.

2019: I remember that mum usually had to drive herself home after these visits as I would go in Pa’s van with him, pretending to be a bus and making him stop at all the bus stops. I now have my own work van and today had to drive to Burnley and back to load up with panels. Left at 5am and back at 8pm but I didn’t have time stop at any bus stops

January 5th

1999: Total repeat of yesterday, which is a bit worrying because that’s now two days running that mum’s awoken to find me in her bed and doesn’t know how I got there.  I’ll let you into a secret – I walked you daft cow.  Snooze, snooze, and snooze.  Eventually I had to take control and kick her out of bed.  Parents, they’re such a responsibility.  I recommend kids think very seriously before having them. All went well at Edon’s today, apparently I got the training thing wrong yesterday, and it’s actually about peeing in a pot.  I can do that, no trouble.  Not going to do it for mum though.  I think she has a bit of an easy time of it at that work thing all day so within 5 minutes of us getting home I spilt my milk all over the place and weed on the kitchen floor.  

2019: I’m not gonna lie. I probably still pee in inappropriate places when I’ve had a few too many bevvies. Not out tonight though – lured to stay in with night before holiday Chinese. Not my holiday unfortunately, but the Chinese was good!

 

January 4th

1999:

Mummy awoke with the alarm, to find me lying next to her, she cannot remember how or when I got there (and she accused me of guzzling the fizz!).  She turned off the alarm and we snoozed on and off.  Here we go again. Rush, rush, rush, rush, rush.  We went down to do my milk and mum’s tea, but I want tea too.  I refused to put my milk in the microwave and with a persistent shouting of “tea” I eventually got my own way. Only ate half of my banana this morning, mummy decided to wear the rest of it on her coat.  Fashion has obviously taken a very strange turn.  Wasn’t too keen to go to ‘Edon’s’ today, but go I did, with a bag full of clothes in preparation for something called ‘training’.  When Mum left I did my half screaming, half laughing, and half crying bit.  How could she leave me?  Has she gone?  Oh, great – let’s play! Have discovered what the ‘training’ bits about, it’s to develop my impersonating skills – today I did an excellent Niagara Falls, whilst in the high chair.  Personally I think it would have been far more effective standing up and given free range, but Director Edon thought differently and tried to collect most of it in a towel.  

2019:

Well carrying on the wet theme – the tumble dryer packed in today so Zof had to go to work in wet jeans and I collected a new one from Argos. Was great to get back in the truck again (well 3.5 tun) and feel the roar. Had to drive it down from Burnley the other week in a mighty storm and have to drive it there again on Sunday to pick up some boards. Looking forward to getting back to work now.