Rowan Tree and Red Thread

Well, I'm pooped. State of play in Casa Corcoran at the end of a long week:

• Sam's back in bed, feeling rotten with some sort of nausea and stomach pains, hopefully nothing post-op but just something she picked up from


• Oscar, who is suffering from some nose/tummy combo that has him awake at odd hours, sore in the tum, and mercurial in mood. A bit like his sister


• Rowan, who was suffering from nightmares last night (thankfully not at exactly the same time as Oscar was awake) and whose mood swings are beginning to wear the nerves thin.

I am trying to stop myself from buying mood-enhancing tech gadets from the web as, while such retail therapy might lift my mood a bit, it's a short-lived thing and the house is bursting at the seams already.

One good bit of news: We had irishkate round to visit last night, and were delighted to discover another LJ-friend come to life in the real world. Now begins the campaign to get her, mizkit and chefted round for some roleplaying.

It's been a busy weekend.marzut was back on Thursday and attended the D&D game; we hacked some stirges and some orcs. My character, Grann Faloon the long-suffering cleric, got swarmed by a gang of stirges and dramatically blood-drained. Sigh.

We went for lunch in Little India with friends on Friday, chatting and such. I was pleased to see that marzut liked the Indian food. We all had a jolly good chat too. It's really good to get back together with friends and catch up, so I count that a very good lunch in all.

On Saturday my mother, Sally, was down for a flying visit and and old friend from college and her husband were in town for part of their Ireland and UK vacation tour. Hadn't really seen them for years, certainly since before I moved to France, so it was good to catch up. They're living in Cluny in Burgundy now, rebuilding a place to live and a gallery in the town to show his photographs. Both seem happy and secure together. After lunch at Milano's (thanks Sally!) Rowan got to go to Waterstones where Sally bought her books.

On Saturday night after Sally had flown home and Rowan was in bed, marzut was over and we chatted until nearly 11pm. More catching up and talk about future plans. She sounds like she'll stick with the UK as long as her boyfriend sticks with the job in Lancaster.

Then we had Sunday and went out to Lumpyland, yet another softplay play centre, located near Ringaskiddy. Rowan climbed a few things and slid down a two storey inflatable slide, while Oscar crawled about a soft blocks area. He had fun tasting everything.

He's started cruising now, very unsteadily, dragging himself up onto furniture and grasping onto whatever he can reach. He's also crawling, delighted to have the mobility to really get around and cause trouble. He's on antibiotics now too for a persistent cough and the doc suspects we've all got something bacterial and opportunistic after the viral dose of colds we only recently fought off.

Atchoo!

Well that month just sort of disappeared. It's amazing what a combination of piles of work, lingering colds and two kids will do to one's free time.

Today was a day of SAN upgrades (failed due to firmware buggery and keeping me in work 'til 8pm), Blackberry odd behaviour (fixed with a good talking to and blasting a handset) and, thank God, a bowel movement from Oscar for the first time in a week.

Following a recent conversation in work that verged on hysterics I want to start a band called 'Filthy Tardis'. That is all.