February 14th Valentines Day

1999:  Daddy’s today.  I arrived back home at 5 and Granddad told mummy I had been a good boy and had fun.  I had seen all my cousins and my Aunties too.  When I got into the car to come home I had fallen asleep, mummy carried me indoors in my car seat, but when she took my hat and coat off I woke up.  Big smiles, we were glad to see one another and had big hugs and big cups of tea too. I had had dinner at daddy’s but Pa had made mummy a chicken roast and so naturally I helped her eat it, especially the afters which was bread and butter pudding.  Well there’s only one great dinner in the world and that’s the one on your mum’s plate!  I asked mum, by pointing at the telly and saying ‘rar’ if we could put the Lion King on (she’s catching onto the English language pretty fast for a mother) and we sat and watched it – we even sang and danced to some of it too but Mum had to go out of the room when the daddy lion died though – she finds it far too sad!  You’d think she’d be used to it by now – he dies fairly often after all. 

2019:  Valentines day. Zof came over tonight. I had a box of prezzies on the bed for her surrounded by rose petals and I cooked dinner. Such a romantic – unlike Mark who gave mum a card telling her to relax and not worry about the housework as it would still be there tomorrow! He did take her out to dinner though.

And Mum still has to go out of the room when the Daddy Lion dies in Lion King. She had a struggle a couple of years ago when we went to see the show in London though. I think she just shut her eyes!

#lionking #growing up #valentines day

 

February 8th – Changing Plans with Potty Training and Crohns

1999:  I think it must be mum’s funny time of month again, she’s not been herself the past day or two, and today was no better.  Oh joy!  Another week of impatience, shouting and not being able to do anything right.  Mum had a shower whilst I drank my milk in her bed and when she came back in for cuddles realised that me and the bed were soaked for the second morning running.  We were a bit behind today and a bit rushed to get out the door.  I thought it was great fun to avoid the shoes and coat, but mum didn’t hold out too well with that game.  We got to Edon’s just as they were about to leave for school, so I went straight in the buggy.  When mummy went I screamed and sobbed, I think I saw a tear in mummy’s eye as she walked away.  We went to the doctors tonight as I keep saying ‘I’m ‘ot’ and have a gooey nose and eyes.  Now got nasal drops and antibiotics.  We made dinner together, we had good fun, and I pricked the sausages and then pretended to peel a potato with my plastic knife and then threw it around the kitchen. 

2019: Over to Zof’s tonight after work as going to set up joint account tomorrow and speak to estate agents about rental property. How things change. This time last year I was recovering from a fungal infection in my blood and sepsis. I planned to go away for a year to Australia, had my visa and my flights booked for May. Crohns had other ideas as I was rushed in to hospital a week before my flight and had to stay here to have surgery in July. And then I met Zof. We cannot travel currently as still not medically fit but there’s always time.

#cooking #girlfriend #hospital #australia #travel #crohns #illness #antibiotics #renting #womensstuf #pottytraining #children #toddlers #singleparent #childminder

February 5th – Communication, Telephones and Technology

1999:  Back to my old ways this morning but mum wasn’t so pleased. She told me to ‘lie still’ and ‘be quiet’.  Flaming cheek, I’ve given her enough lie in’s recently.  I did manage it for a minute or two though.  The alarm went off at 7.10 and not being one to waste an opportunity I was out of the bed like a shot.  No snoozing today mother!  And just to make doubly sure, I turned the alarm off. I showed off my talking skills, repeating every word mummy said. Although I’m good at ‘Mam’ Mummy is not my forte and after attempts at ‘meme’ and ‘memum’ she gave up.   Tonight, the phone rang; I answered it and had the best phone conversation ever.  I was very clever saying ‘yes, oh, yes um…..’ I gave mummy the phone and apparently it was a wrong number.  Well I enjoyed talking to him anyway.

2019:  Funnily enough Zof and I were repeating everything mum said the other day. Im far too young to grow up just yet. Love a good laugh but unlike 20 years ago I would struggle to answer  the phone now if I did not know who was calling. Luckily nowadays we don’t have static landlines and I do all my communicating on my mobile. I struggle with the concept that there were not mobile phones around when mum was younger but as she often tells me “We had 2p and a big red telephone box!” Well you cant facetime on that can you? And what about snapchat and all that? Oh. Apparently she didn’t have that either! Better stop now before she starts up with “In my day ……”

But I did put I did put the photo above on my wall today

#phones #telephones #anxiety #telephonebox #snapchat #sleep #earlymornings #alarmclock #love #mumandson #communitcation #technology

January 19th

1999:   Once again I lay in bed listening to that old snooze button being bashed over the head.  Mum eventually turned it off at seven and I think she was actually planning to ring work and claim that her alarm hadn’t gone off (well it wouldn’t be surprising really; she’s so mean to it).  To ensure mummy didn’t oversleep, I got up and requested my milk, when she tumbled out of bed and duly got this for me.  Whilst mummy was getting ready for work, I wrecked the upstairs.  Never mind, mummy can tidy it all up again tonight.  I especially had fun with the cotton wool pads, which are now in pieces.

When mummy picked me up tonight, she knew straight away that I hadn’t slept (is there nothing you can keep from your mum?).  She said I looked awful (charming) and I was also very tearful and cried most of the way home. (Oh right.  So like she wouldn’t get upset if someone greeted her with “you look awful”; I may be a kid but I have feelings too you know).  We went to Karen’s tonight and I fell asleep on the way at 5.30.  I apparently carried on sleeping on her settee, through a bum change and change of clothes, a car journey home and a transfer to bed.  I don’t think mummy will be needing the alarm clock tomorrow morning, I just hope she doesn’t think I’ve got a snooze button.  The one saving grace is at least I’m a moving target!

2019: Saturday lie in but not a long one. Day off and want to go out. Took mum and Zof to Cromer via the coast road (mum had to take her hearing aids out for some reason – Its NOT LOUD!) and had BBQ, Mozzarella and Aoili chips from The Bucket List. Had hot chocolate overlooking the sea from the Red Lion Hotel and then headed home as it was bloomin freezing. Bourne Sesh this afternoon and cooked duck in plum sauce for tea (Marco Polo)

January 17th

1999: We didn’t do an awful lot this morning, as I’m going to see daddy today.  We just had lots of cuddles, watched telly and played.  Mummy made me bacon sandwiches but I didn’t want them, I’d found the chocolate biscuits instead.  These were followed by two cups (bottles) of tea, one of which was just before Granddad arrived to take me to see daddy and when mummy looked I’d dribbled it all down my new aaron jumper, which had been knitted for me for Christmas.  Quick change and we were ready just in time.  Granddad delivered me back home at 5.00, fast asleep, and with reports of me being as “good as gold”.  I have brought back two cards with me, but mum won’t let me open them yet.  But I want it to be my Birthday now. I kept on calling mum “dad”; things can get so confusing at times.  Despite going to bed at eight, I couldn’t sleep and when I heard mum coming up to bed an hour later, I went to be with her, which I thought was great fun.  This was allowed as she’s going back to work tomorrow and we both feel sad after such a lovely week.

2019:  Day of working, then hair cut and mandala tattoo on the side of my head. Zof came to meet me and hold my hand to reassure herself more than me. It didn’t actually hurt that much but the holding hand part was good. And as for Dad – well I haven’t seen or had positive acknowledgement from him for about 5 years.

January 14th

1999: I had a very restless night and apparently so did mum – now that’s what I call a coincidence.  I slept in every angle possible on both beds (we swapped 4 times apparently) and at 6.30 started muttering about Pat again.  Of course most of this is mummy’s version of events as I was mostly asleep throughout and I really think she’s taking this Pat thing a bit too far now. Mum made me cry at breakfast this morning.  I was quite happily sitting in my high chair, flapping a whole rasher of bacon from my mouth, when Mummy told me to take it out.  Well I didn’t see what was wrong with this so I carried on doing it and do you know what she did? She broke my bacon!  After breakfast we went for a swim for a whole hour – Mummy eventually bribed me out of the pool with Pat (I thought you didn’t like him, this is so confusing).

Tonight I did my usual in the dining room making everyone on my table wear their napkins in their collar, just like me and then I gradually pull mine out so that they’re all sat there looking very funny and I’m the grown up one with mine abandoned!   After dinner we went to the cabaret room for our usual dance.  All week I have wanted to stand on the stage and sing into the microphone to the music, and tonight mummy let me do it.  It was great fun and everyone was looking at me.  The trouble started when a man then came on and started playing the organ and singing, and I wanted to go on the stage “again”.  Mummy said I couldn’t as I’d already played and it was now the man’s turn and suggested we danced instead.  As we danced on the floor I realized that everyone was paying attention to the man on the organ and not me and I wanted to join in with him, so I smacked mummy in the face and next thing I knew I was being marched off to bed.  Well no one’s going to see me there are they you stupid woman!!

2019: No dancing or playing today just lots of hard work in stuffy lofts. Still like my tunes though and sing along in my van loud and clear. Tried to stay awake to welcome Mum and Mark home but was soundo in my bed by the time they got back