Saturday 22 January 2011: Descent into...

330/365: Cooer, isn't this a grim old image? It's the best of a very terrible bunch including one portrait which provoked the reaction of 'he looks dead!!!' from Nick - which isn't a good indicator of success, all things considered. Just about zero time for photography... but yesterday I thought that would possibly be because today had been full on with Felix's birthday party and generally entertaining. And I'd been dead organised because I'd made his cake the night before. Had a shopping delivery with all the bits I'd need for the party arriving in the morning. And everything was dandy.

Except, it didn't turn out like that at all.

It started off, in fact, at about 8 o'clock last night when I was giving Felix a cuddle before bed. He said that his tummy was aching... and within seconds had hose-piped sick all over his bed. Nice. And then repeated it throughout the night and into the morning. Now, I missed a lot of this as by vomit number two I was feeling too horrible from my own migraine and the fact that I'd gone to work when I probably shouldn't, got home done some more work then baked a birthday cake... and over-done it. And ended up crashing out. So, Nick did the night-time. And in the morning, just as I was debating whether to cancel the party or not (I am nothing if not optimistic!), Felix delivered the answer in a gush, so to speak, again and it was clear he wasn't better at all.

The party got cancelled and by this point it was too late to contact my mum to say he wasn't well and perhaps we needed to rearrange (she's already left to get here)... and I set about tackling the mountain of washing. Now, normally when I say I've got a mountain of washing to do, I'm exaggerating a bit and in two or three loads it'll be done. This, however. This required an expedition to even see the top let alone do any conquering. Currently, load number 10 is finishing spinning and me and the washing machine are just about ready to collapse. Who knew one small boy could make so much mess???

Anyway, at about half past eleven after I'd done the normal 'pre-visit got to make the house look vaguely tidy' frantic clean... and I think washing load number 4 (or possibly 5) was finishing and the annoying beep on the machine was going off to remind me over and over and over again that it was done... anyway, that was finishing, the Sainsbury's groceries arrived... and a few minutes later so did my mother... and also the little special gift nature bestowed on women (if you know what I mean), paid me a visit. Picture the scene. Laundry everywhere. Bags everywhere. Shopping everywhere. Me feeling revolting. My mother arriving. And Felix, sleeping it all off on the sofa. And all the while the washing machine's beeping. Loudly.

Pants.

After that, I spent the rest of the day chasing my tail. Shopping put away late. Lunch late. Maddy off to see her friend - late. Out for a walk - late. And it turned out that Sainsbury's had kindly missed off half the things I needed to make dinner from my delivery which then took me ages to sort out on the phone with them to get a refund. And dinner too was late.

But fortunately, the washing machine was right on time and kept on churning out load after load for me to deal with.

So. Today's shot is rubbish. I am still buried in washing. Have pity on me.

PS Please.
PPS Pretty please?
PPPS Felix is looking very grey but is now fast asleep and hasn't been sick in a few hours... my fingers are crossed that we survive the night!
PPPPS And I've burnt my lip with some very evil spinach. *mutters under breath*

• Canon EOS 50D:
• f/4.0:
• 1/160":
• 85mm:
• ISO 200

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