It was another 10am start and another day of reading by the kitchen window (the closest thing to a conservatory I have). I went out for a walk to the supermarket and bought some muesli bars for the big day (they tell you to stock up for those breastfeeding munchies), and ended up receiving a bunch of free sample disposable nappies. (I'm still sure we'll be using disposables, despite knowing there's a huge, growing mountain of used nappies out there somewhere. But that's a whole other post).
This was followed by more reading in the sun...I finished The Seven Daughters of Eve (it was very interesting, but I could've done without the mini Clan of the Cave Bear imitations) and started Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell, lent to me by Make Tea Not War (I'm only a few pages in but it sounds like Harry Potter for grown ups).
A friend dropped by with presents for the baby - a teddy bear, some building blocks, a couple of cartoon stick-ons for the walls and some sort of large mobile made up of large, colourful flowers. It was really thoughtful of him, but I do wish sometimes that he didn't have that habit of grabbing a topic of conversation and talking it to death - much like how a cat hangs grimly onto a mouse it's caught, despite all efforts to wrench the darned thing out of it's mouth because you fear it's full of rat poison.
Anyway, as I was saying, it's been a great day for slacking.
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Enjoy these days while you can- pretty soon, you're life will be very, very different, though in a good way :)
didn't mean to put an apostrophe or an 'e' in there, I type faster than I can think
When friends at work would go off on maternity for a few months, from my perspective still at work, it all seemed so removed. Kind of like the human equivalent of a mother cat nipping off to a shoebox she had previously dragged into a closet.
You are right JS and Mr Norrell is quite like Harry Potter for grown ups but there's a bit more to it than that. I think its quite reminiscent of Neil Gaiman, but better
jon: oh I am, I am...
I often talk faster than I think, which doesn't impress people much.
nigel: Yeah, that's what I'm doing - nipping off to my warm and cosy shoebox for a last chance cocooning.
mtnw: Have you read Neil Gaiman's Neverwhere? It was sort of a His Dark Materials without the religious significance. I can ask the boy to bring it to you (it's his book).
Yes, I've got Neverwhere. One of Gaiman's best, I think.
I've thought a bit about the whole disposable diaper thing were I ever to consider having a child. I'd like to avoid that landfill issue by maybe opting for reusable ones for the kid but goddamn and I averse to poo!
it was a bit Clan of the Cave Bear-ish, wasn't it. I quite liked the mother-of-all-hamsters story.
to get over the talking faster than you think... no, I was going to say try talking faster, but I was obviously not thinking fast enough.
mtnw: It's the best out of the books of his I've read, though that's not counting his graphic novels.
glomgold: I read in one book that you're supposed to scrape the poo into the toilet before washing/disposing of the diaper! Like hell.
Editter: I see than I'm not alone in this affliction ;-)
I believe there is some evidence that disposables do not cause any more damage than cloth nappies because of the environomental cost of detergent and power used in washing cloth nappies etc. I choose to believe it is so.
That's pretty much what I choose to believe too :-)
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