Stuck between a tail and a torso.

Tracey, Josh and I went to Barrydale for the weekend. Thought about leaving him at home with the house-sitters - but the process of taking him out appears to be irreversible so he tagged along. Not much of an imposition really but he does slow mom down a bit; and the wine drinking, while not entirely restricted, is certainly subdued. I figured Barrydale was a bit more like Calizdorp - with a strong focus on wine - but it wasn't; so the effect was negligible.

Less than a month to go and the boy is a real kicker (hope that's not some obscure euphemism in some odd-ball town somewhere for toe-nail-clipping-eater or worse). Given his previous reasons for kicking - the joke that is the Zim elections; Mad Bob; the Sharks poor finishing (season wise) and the removal of the Scorpions' tail and sting and surely head next (by the people who may be accurately referred to as the part of the body that is hidden between a tail and a torso) - I can only think that he's had enough and wants to get out to sort things out. It's about time someone did something. Will he be the one to save us from our problems? A part of me suspects that's he's likely to find all the no-doers (who are marginally less useful than all the do-gooders and peas in the same pod as all the say-nothings) and smack them about the head. His dad will surely encourage him not to be the violent sort but enough is enough. Kick. Kick. Kick.

Which seems to be quite common since the introduction of the ELVs. I think the game is better for it. At least now I can point out the faded pics of Naas and say "Ag, Jo, back in the day this was the man who could change, in the course of 80 minutes, the lives and loves of oh so many - by sticking his foot in it." Living on a farm such little accidents need to be dealt with pragmatically - and with a spare pair of Nikes kept on the veranda. Must remember to keep those clean as the due date is the end of the month and right now running excitedly and getting the nervous runs seem quite similar.