I'd post a recording, only there's the Geneva Convention...
Anyway, she was having trouble getting a couple of her inexplicably large number of blogs up and running with it - and somehow Daniel Jalkut, MarsEdit's author, spotted her blog post and came and helped her out. Wow - you don't get Bill helping the frustrated Vista victims out, do you? And that cost far more than MarsEdit.
He was pretty positive about a change I suggested recently, too.
So, MarsEdit is now even more highly recommended than it used to be.
Bebo seems to be all the rage with the primary school attending demographic all of a sudden. Both my girls are on it, terms of service or no, and were squabbling over the computer all weekend. It's sort of like a Fisher-Price Facebook.
I'm happy enough for them to be on there, so long as I watch over their shoulders to make sure they aren't up to no good. Besides, we've had the whole "The Internet can be a dangerous place, don't trust (or especially meet) strangers" talk, and they are smart girls.
All together now: ahhhhh. This is Jack at circa 24 hours old, sleeping like an angel. Dan and Abby had better not get too used to that.
Update: More photos uploaded now.
More shots, courtesy of Uncle Jim.
- Hard-working Mum
- Baby Jack
- Baby Jack again
- Err, Baby Jack again
- Baby Jack again
- More Baby Jack
- Still more Baby Jack
- Even more Baby Jack
- Guess who?
- That's it
Jack Brunning was born yesterday evening. Mother and baby are well, despite a rather lengthy labour. Well done to Abby, and congratulations to her and to little bro' Daniel.
A boy in the family at last - well done!
Photos when I have them.
Now, Charlotte - when are you starting a blog?
Freja seems to have discovered email. I've had three from her today, which is really nice.
She's asked me to put a couple of her pictures on the Internet. Here you go, Freja:
They seem to have shrunk in the wash. Still, not to worry...
I've never bought any serious kit from PC World - and I never will. Their incompetence starts to take on a kind of epic grandeur after a while.
The notebook that they sold Dan and Abby turned out to be sold out - hence the 2nd visit. They then proceeded to try to sell us a number of other notebooks that had sold out. Having been caught out like this before, we kept asking then to ensure that they had some stock, and every time they went off for five minutes, only to sheepishly return and admit that they didn't.
In the end, we went to Comet instead, and picked up a nice little Toshiba Satellite. Which I'll be setting up for them this evening.
You'll have to be gentle with me today. My little brother got married this weekend, and I'm a little fragile today.
I've put up the first of what will probably be a number of image galleries - Dan & Abby's Wedding, September 2004.
Thanks to Les for these pictures. If you have any more, please send them to me...
Freja and I met up with Neil and his girls for a visit to The British Museum yesterday. It was a huge success.
I wasn't by any means sure that it would be. I've taken Freja to the V&A a few times recently. She is happy enough for an hour or so, but she's getting bored and restless by then, so we decamp to the wonderful Science Museum, which is only a few minutes away. And our visit to The National Portrait Gallery didn't go at all well...
But The British Museum was lots more fun. The girls spent a fair amount of time running around, elbowing each other and saying things like "you can see his willy" and such like. Well, shouting to begin with, but Neil and I got them calmed down a bit fairly quickly. The dead bodies were also big hits.
Unfortunately, the Roman galleries seemed to be closed. Freja's looking at the Romans in her topic work, so it was a shame that we missed that section - Freja really wanted a look.
Lunchtime was a bit rough on the pigeons - the girls spent most of the time chasing them. But they needed to blow off a bit off a bit of steam having been kept quiet.
We finished off with Mummy: The Inside Story. We all loved this. The girls liked the gory details of mummy preparation, particularly the brains being pulled out through the nose. I loved the theory as to how the mummy got its hat.
You see, the mummy has what what looks to be a shallow pottery bowl on its head, somewhat like a skull cap. This is the only mummy to have been found with one of these, and since the workmanship of the bowl appears to be pretty rough, its unlikely to be of ritual significance. No, the theory runs that this was on of the embalmers bowls which got stuck to the corpse's head with resin during the embalming process. Rather than own up to this, the embalmers simply wrapped the mummy's head up with the bowl in place. They thought that nobody would ever know! People never change...
Museums are always tiring, especially when you have a good time. Freja and I were both totally knackered on our way back to Reading, and by the time I was back in Colliers Wood again I was nearly comatose.
It's not just my Mum who's getting all 21st century - my Aunt Kathy (or Great Aunt Kathy as I keep encouraging the girls to call her) has a web site up to publicise the Mersea Seafood Festival, which she's helping to organise.
You won't be seeing me there, though. I can't stand seafood - it smells like pants - and if you are willing to sample Mersea Vineyard wine, you are braver than I am.
Just a little update on Dad's condition: He's over the painkiller side-effect issue, which is a huge relief. This has meant that he's had to come off the Codeine, though, so the pain has come back a bit more. Still, he's back on the road on steady improvement, so all's well.
Dad took a turn for the worse this weekend. It wasn't a serious problem, but quite uncomfortable; a side effect of the pain-killers that he's been taking. A real shame - he's been making very good progress otherwise.
Nothing to worry about, but not very nice for Dad. Things are a little better today, too.
I bought him a 2nd DVD player on Sunday, to go in the bedroom. He has been and will be spending a lot of time there, so it seemed a good idea. Besides, you can pick up a cheap-'n'-cheerfull player for fourty quid these days. Amazing. I also took over a pile of my discs for him to watch.
Oh, and don't forget - it's his birthday tomorrow.
All quiet on the Dad front at the moment. He's a little better every day, but it's going to take a long time 'till he's back to 90%, and that's as far as he's likely to get - but that's good enough. We were worried that we wouldn't have him around at all, so 90% is all that we can ask.
I got him a couple of Dad's Army DVDs for his birthday - that'll keep him occupied.
Dad went for a little walk yesterday, 30 yards down the road to his old friends Les & Eva's house. My brother Daniel and I were along, but our support was mostly moral rather than physical. Mostly.
He was absolutely shattered when we got home. He's on the road to recovery, but it'll be a long road.
Dad's back home. He flew in to Gatwick yesterday, and was brought back to the house by ambulance, arriving yesterday afternoon. I wasn't able to be there when he arrived - I was delivering the girls back to their mother - but I managed to get back not long afterwards.
Dad's fine mentally, but very frail physically. He's been almost totally immobile for two weeks, and eating no solid foods, so what muscle tone he had is now totally gone. He can't do stairs unassisted at the moment, and I can't see him making it out of the house for some time to come. The GP will be visiting later, so hopefully he'll be getting some good dietary and exercise advice, and some good drugs - he's still in a lot of pain.
He was advised at one point that he shouldn't drink tea! That's a cruel blow to an Englishman, but thankfully he's now been told that tea is fine as long as it's not too hot.
One surprise was that he's got two badly broken fingers on his left hand. Compared to the other problems that he's been having, this is pretty trivial stuff, but Dad will be upset if he's no longer able to play the bass. :-(
He's sounding a million times better. Soon after he was taken ill, he was slurring badly; now he just sounds tired. He's still pretty fragile physically, but we hope to get him back soon.
Dad's very much better now, I'm glad to say. He's totally fine mentally, thank goodness, but he's still a bit fragile physically; he gets tired extremely quickly. He should be coming back to the UK some time early next week, hopefully.
My Dad's pretty poorly. He was on a Med cruise last week, and on Tuesday he fell over and banged his head. This triggered an epileptic fit of some kind, which triggered what seems to have been a TIA - his second. He was taken to hospital in Corsica, the next landfall.
As if this wasn't bad enough, in the small hours of Thursday morning he started coughing and throwing up blood from his lungs and stomach, and was rushed to the ICU. Thank God, this turned out to be relativly minor - esophageal bleeding due to Gastroesophageal Reflux Disease exacerbated by total immobility. I didn't get much sleep that night, I can tell you.
He's stable, out of the ICU, and very much more comfortable now, but we still don't know when he'll be well enough to travel back to the UK. Thankfully, he's not on his own.
It's been a fraught few days...