Lurgee

So my wife and child are ill. It's Fionn's first cold, and he has my heart broken trying to teach him how to blow his nose. He seems happy enough when he's awake just to sit and blow snot bubbles (nice...) but he's been quite upset at night as he's finding it quite difficult to breathe :( Poor chap. Well, one sickness in eight months is a pretty good return, I'm thankful we've gotten off so lightly.

Sinead's suffering with a head cold as well, compounded by lack of sleep (see above), so I took Fionn out for a walk (well wrapped up, for any Grannies reading this!!) to Dun Laoighre. I think I must have offended some Rain God somewhere, because the only cloud in an otherwise unblemished blue sky dumped it's load on us as we were sitting eating rusks on the West Pier - interrupting what was an otherwise idyllic father-son bonding experience... Although we do now have the shared experience of sitting looking like a pair of drowned rats on the DART home :)

Anyway, enough talk I hear you say, give me some media! First up, the obligatory clip of the nude child in the bath:

And the highlight of the show: Fionn crawls! It isn't the most graceful thing you'll ever see, and certainly puts one in mind of drunken elephants, but you can't fault him for determination :)

Conspiracy 101

The Irish summer has struck again. Or has it?

Our ceiling has started leaking again in the past day or two. While obviously a minor incident in the greater scheme of things, it's been a right pain in the neck as the water got in to the food storage cupboard, and we had to chuck a bunch of stuff. Forecast isn't great for the rest of the week, so I expect we'll have to keep the bowls and basins under the leaks for a while yet, at least until the management company get around to fixing things.

Which got me thinking: the Irish construction sector is going to do very well out of all the clean-up operations, a timely fillip given the current economic climate (see what I did there?). Is it too much of a stretch of the imagination to suppose that the construction bigwigs had a little tete-a-tete with the Chinese weather controllers, and politely asked them to dump 40 days & nights of rain on our fair isle*? Coincidence? I think not.

* Normally, it never rains here. Honest.