Today we learned...

that if you thrown St Arnobio in the toilet he goes away for 2 hours and you have to go to sleep alone. Cue much wailing and gnashing of teeth. Scratch that, cue bawling and screaming and being generally inconsolable.

On the pilgrim's return, er pupo wouldn't let him out of sight. And thankfully kept him suitably distant from the toilet.

The Curse Returns

with an outbreak of headlice at daycare. I have never been so pleased that my son, at a whopping 20 months, is still a great big baldy. Daymother locked up today to blitz the buggers, clean everything and wash all the teddies, blankets and so forth. St. Arnobio and er pupo's clothes were promptly washed chez nous, however a perfunctory glance at his very little hair showed no dancing creatures. THANK YOU, LORD! I know that sooner or later, the inevitable infestation will come to us (well, assuming er pupo actually gets some hair at some stage), but I have only hideous memories of the knit comb and disgusting stinky shampoo and have no desire to subject my son to such evils. (Those who know me and my hair wll understand immediately why the knit comb was so traumatic. Let's just say "curly" would be an understatement.)

Er pupo joined us at school this morning and was really, all things considered, rather well behaved. Neither hubby nor I had to teach (though I did have some meetings) so it turned out actually to be rather a pleasure (skive!) to spend some time with him.

Wait, stop. Better not go on making this sound like good news on the blog or I shall be struck down...

only good things

so no posting from me. We are all well; we have booked our summer travels (George Michael gig in Lucca included, hurrah!); I have even been skiing and come back with all limbs fully functional. I have just passed an Icelandic exam to qualify as an Icelandic permanent resident (perhaps "exam" is too strong award... there were 20 questions which included "What is your name" "What country are you from?" and so forth). I have finished teaching so unofficially the sabbatical starts RIGHT HERE! I am so far spending it trying to make some sense of the Bosnia-Serbia judgement and if I can ever work out how to explain it in less than 5000 words (current challenge for a local publication), I may even consider branching out and putting a comment on it here. But don't count on it.

I await the curse of the blog...