Thursday night I went out - yes thats right out - on my own no Jean no Al. Just me to meet an old uni friend at the Royal William. This was basically the first time I've done this since Jean was born - so 8:30 saw me climbing the hill in the dark - a tad too scary for me as I am a wuse.
Still I made it and suprised the bar staff who insisted I was going caving! as I was wearing a head torch and had a maglite - a big purple one of course. I was a bit strange as it was sort of like first year of uni all over but with just a tad more depression. I t was a good night - I hadnt realised how much I miss going out really - especially here as there is no one our age about.
The young people are all pre-uni and the next youngest lot are about ten years older than us though they are the other perants in the village.
I think I am fortunate to find an old friend who lives close by!
I've just finished upgrading the database services on love, my hosting server cluster... Phew. I started at 11pm, and it's now 2:30am. Much time spend shepharding the upgrade process. But we now have nice recent mysql and postgresql installations!
We found these 'cheeta logs' that we used to cheat and start the fire when were realised our twig collection had got damp!
They are strange cylinders of compressed brushwood and are sold in Weyvales as a way of helping the cheetas and the environment - I think the eco benifiets would probably be voided by the fuel of transport but we can only hope I am wronge.
Still they will help the cheetas and we only use them when we are cheating! Also the burn in a funky way - I had to take photos!
Yesturday we got to meet some of Alaric's far flung relatives - we enjoyed a great lunch talking with Roger and Delores who I think are Als Dads cousin anf wife - but am not too sure!
Its growing!
She says things like ubbish for bits of paper she picks up or any food she decides she doeant want anymore of!
'All gone' is her latest which normally involves me being handed an almost empty bekker or bottle and being looked at expectantly.
We do however have the same argument with her every morning,
'Shoes!'
'No they're socks Jean.'
'Shoes!'
'Socks.'
'Shoes!'
'Definatly socks these are your shoes, those are socks.'
'Shoes!'
'Thats right they're your shoes'
'Shoes!'
'No Jean they're your trousers.'
'Shoes!'
'Yes they are shoes but Jean you're already wearing some shoes.'
'Shoes!'
'Yes Jean they are Daddys shoes you can't... oh you can wear them as well as your own shoes - cleaver baby!'
Even my sparkly red high heels had her cooing shuoosh at them - now she says shoe properlly though there is still some confussion over what it means, we think!
She has also taken to trying to help me clean, unfortunatly this also means she will empty her beaker in order to blot up all the water!
Sarah | sarah | 
Sun 25th Feb 2007 4:47 am | 
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