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Last week, for the record, was one I never quite got the hang of.
First, Monday was a holiday in Europe, which sounds dandy, but then I was fool enough to peek at my Blackberry the night before; that unwise move kicked off a firedrill featuring poorly-translated press releases and a Spanish telecoms operator (my former employer, natch). Tuesday was no better; it was a 5:45 wake-up to get to Heathrow, to spend the day in Munich, where I visited the airport, a freeway, and an office building.
Sure, there was some travel excitement — I came within 5 minutes of missing the last plane out, and this after (and I do not exaggerate, here, swear) our Taxi-fahrer clocked 190kph/118mph getting us to the airport. Got home right before midnight, so it was cold Wheetabix for din-din.
No time for shopping, obviously, but I brought home a wonderful souvenir, regardless: my left ear has been plugged for six days now. [Aargh.]
Anyhow, that’s just the start of things. But much as I just enjoyed venting, right there, I’ve got no right to complain — Azure and Emelyn were both down with fevers over the weekend. Emelyn’s fought one virus or another since Easter, it seems, and I’m sure nothing’s easier than taking care of a sick baby than when you’re sick and alone, yourself. So a rough week all ‘round.
Better, then, to truncate this post, and point to some videos instead. Here’s our triumvirate two weeks ago, outside the Rupert Brooke pub in Grantchester. It’s Emmie’s first time on grass, not to mention her first attempts at describing her own height… ah, good times.
