From the Orient

Psst. Anyone still subbed to this feed? Thought not.
Anyway, I’ve started a diary/blog type things. It’s here.

Fresh start and all that.

Called Mild Peril and its all new and Wordpressy 2.0

Diary entries/parenting advice/stories of children inspired stress/how to survive 3 children whilst an entension is being built and you are in debt/living without money and how to change your lifestyle and do what you really want to do with your life — well that’s the plan anyway.

Here’s a teaser :-

I rushed over as soon as I could and went into the baby room to find a lot of worried looking faces, and one very sad looking Gabriela. “We didn’t want to worry your wife, but she fell over backwards and has lost a tooth,” explained one of the carers. She showed me a small bundle of tissue paper which I presumed contained a little baby tooth. I picked Gabby up and gave her a big cuddle.

See you over there, comments are open.

I’d decided never to update this blog again[1], but I couldn’t let this one slide.

Despite gilmae professing his hated of the sport (and if you watched Australia at football, you’d think it was boring too), today, we are all Italians.

I am hopeful that in return, gilmae will never be Portuguese. At least let him be Argentinian.

As an aside, Liverpool fans will be not very astonished to learn that Harry Kewell has risen to new heights in match avoidance. Apparently, he had gout.

7 Swiss football fans are recovering in hospital after last night’s thriller put them into a coma. They were revived by Graham Poll reading them their last rites three times.

And finally, rain fell in the south of England for the first time in 6 months. Global warming experts believe the only way to avert a UK drought is to play Wimbledon 365 days a year. Can all the football flagged car driving band wagon jumpers now piss off and watch the tennis, please? Come on, Tim!

[1] Hence the adverts. If the only traffic is from Google, let them pay for it.

Just after picking up my daughter from school, I overheard a conversion between a boy and his mother.

Boy: “We played Doctor Who again at playtime. And I was the Doctor.”
Mother: “Who[1] did you play with?”
Boy: “Jack. And he was the baddie.”
Mother: “Was he a Dalek[2]?”
Boy: “No, he was a Cyberperson”

I like that. A Cyberperson, not a man.

BTW, my son loves all the new episodes of the series, especially the K9 one and the Cyberman one.
Personally, the best so far has been the Girl in the Fireplace.
There was something wrong with Ri:SE Cyberman. It had no soul.

[1] Was that a joke there, I wondered?
[2] Showing she is up and hip with the kids

Back from some small holibobs and nothing much to report. World still turning, no new Doctor Who yet and slightly closer to Earth Death. Note to self: find way to disable ITV from being viewable on Sky. ITV News is just so annoying; reporting live from where a dead swan died over a week ago and setting up a Bird Flu Expert Trailer for callers to ask stupid questions like “Can I catch Bird Flu from a toilet seat?” This is reminiscent of ITV Premiership’s “Andy Townsends Analysis Van” which was just as stupid.

We flew to Norn Ireland and it was a perfect service from Easyjet; not bad at all for £4.98 return per person. We did have trouble was at security where George’s bag (a Shrek rucksack) was stopped and had to be checked for a suspect object. It turned out to be “Thunderbird 3″:http://www.dcs.shef.ac.uk/~ajhs/hobbies/tbird3.html which is a bit long and a bit pointy and international terrorists could perhaps poke the pilot in the eye with it and thus bring the plane down.

Luckily the security officer decided that George was too small to reach up to the pilot’s eye, and let us through.

We were not so lucky on the return journey, where Emilia’s collection of small stones was confiscated. Emilia was assessed and it must have been decided that she could perhaps fashion a catapult from her hair bands and disable the crew.

Let’s get this one out of the way. Doctor Who starts a new series April 15th. Easter Saturday. If your in the UK, you will have heard this unless you have turned off the TV, Radio and Internet. And had your ears removed.

Which is what must now do as it seems every journoscum has been to the press screening and has seen the first episode. And they just love telling you about it. Why do people like having things spoiled for them?

See you on Easter Sunday.

I’ve been reading “NHS Blog doctor”:http://nhsblogdoc.blogspot.com/ and other NHS related weblogs and it is scary reading. It seems many people have little to look forward to in old age; other than illness and being badly looked after.

My daughter has been ill recently too, a constant stream of niggly minor coughs and colds. Ear ache was the latest ailment. It has been fairly constant that she has had problems since she started school. I think she got hit by one bug after another after being tired from starting full time. Plus, she never really got a break at Christmas, because Christmas is well, exciting and fun. Then they started back at school a day or two after New Year. Oh, and there is the baby keeping everyone up at night.

It got me thinking, in old age you expect to be rather more ill than when you are in your prime, what with everything falling apart, falling off and all that falling over. Children have childhood illnesses to overcome, which leaves a band of age where you are in your prime. From about 7 to 50.

Only it’s not so simple as that. From about 16 (or 18 if you want to do it legally) there is the start of a general abuse of your body. Beer, smoking, drugs, loud music etc and so on. I spent a fair amount of student life ill, or do you call it hungover? Then you have children and that makes you rather ill as well. Late nights, early mornings, sleepless nights, braindead mornings after sleepless nights.

Hopefully, it gets better. Maybe when your children have left home. Make the most of your health while you have it. And it’s probably best to get private health care.

Oh, and make no babies, get drunk or play dangerous sports. But where is the fun in that?