Rowan Tree and Red Thread

This weekend I took Rowan to the playground in Fitzgerald Park. The playground there is a good one, with lots of different things to climb on, swing from, run around and slide down. Rowan always loves going there. sammywol was at home nursing a sore foot so it was just a dada and daughter outing.

In the playground I met Elaine, a workmate from my last job, and her new son, Stephen. I didn't even know she was pregnant again. Funny how I've fallen out of touch the Alcatel crowd. Elaine was there with her husband and older daughter Clare. Elaine told me that two other women I knew in Alcatel were now mothers too. One of them has changed jobs and now works in a creche, where she looks after the child or the other. Cork is small. And apparently fecund too.

When we got back to the house, my mother, Sally, was just getting out of a taxi. Rowan was delighted with her arrival and disappeared into the house with her only to return a moment later saying "Fresents!" Sally had brought presents, apparently. Sally spent the day playing with Rowan or recovering from playing with Rowan. That evening we made pizza that evening and everyone tucked in with relish.

On Saturday night we made use of the grandmother in residence and got to two films in the one night: The Curse of the Were Rabbit and a second viewing of Serenity. Got home after 1pm! What dirty little stop-outs. Wallace and Gromit was brilliant, stacked with puns and visual gags. We loved it. Serenity was good a second time around but I was less forgiving of the Reavers and the related plot holes.