The water pressure in our house isn’t great so I usually let Dylan watch something on television while we wait for the bath to fill up. Tonight I’m watching Toy Story 3 while he reads The Rise and Rise of Internal Communications. This seems like an ambitious read for someone who still confuses mum with dad, up with out and on with off, but who am I to argue?
On Tuesday I had a
four-hour meeting to cover the requirements of the diploma.
Over the next six months I have to compile an evidence file, complete a project
and sit an exam. I’m expected to do at least two hours studying a day and it’s
not clear if this includes the time Dylan spends reading the course literature.
It should.
Slugs have eaten my
rocket. I’m so annoyed. The Internet tells me that egg shells and beer are the
solution, and last night was the test run—with a bit of luck I’ll be able to
save the radishes, but I'm not optimistic.
It was our wedding
anniversary this week, and Holly
treated me to lemon posset with grilled figs (from Rick Stein’s Food Heroes). If
you do one thing this week, try grilled figs. And start adding chicory to
your salads—it's crunchy! Next week, we'll be mostly consuming eggs and beer, and at the weekend we're heading up to Three Choirs Vineyard, babyless, for a romantic night amongst the vines.
Recently, we’ve been
teaching Dylan to make animal noises. He’s still dropping the first letter of woof
and meow but it’s fun to watch him talking to the tins of pet food in
the supermarket. I’ve always wanted to learn another language and parents who
raise their kids to be bilingual knock me out—I can’t help wondering if I should
be doing more? Dylan says 'quack' so menacingly his rubber ducks have migrated.
But he’s pretty good at
communications. He’s posted things to my Facebook profile, sent text messages
to most of the people in my phonebook and not long ago he ordered the fourth
season of The Big Bang Theory using Holly’s iPad. The old guard of
Internal Communications better watch out because the new generation is here
and they’re fully conversant with modern media by the time they’re two.
I guess it won’t be long before
Dylan's writing his own blog. I wonder what he'll say about me?
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