Nobby the talking clock
"Nobby recognises some voices better than others and works best when you talk to him at a distance of 1m. Don't shout or swear at him as he gets offended - he accused our testers of getting out of bed the wrong side when they barked out a question to him."
Uncanny.
Friday, February 18, 2005
Another 100 points
Some things you just don't blog.
For example, you'd be wise not to blog if you murder someone. Or have an affair. Or you're a gentleman who enjoys wearing ladies clothing at the weekend.
One thing I didn't blog last time was the first 12 weeks of our pregnancy with India. You can't be too careful can you...
So it made sense not to blog our pregnancy this time either.
Unfortunately -- as about one third of the people who read this already know -- we suffered a miscarriage two weeks ago. An emergency scan showed that at ten weeks, our pregnancy had not developed past the six week stage and there was no sign of a heart beat. A few days later Vic suffered some terrible and extremely scary bleeding, that saw us rush her into A&E at three in the morning. It hit her hard.
Things have settled down now. Vic's bleeding has stopped and, despite a few tearful moments, we're OK.
I've had a week off work with a chest infection. I badly needed it as the events of the last few months (two deaths, exams, house move, lost buyer, miscarriage) caught up with me last Thursday and in a fit of exhaustion, I felt on the brink of a depression. Completely drained physically and mentally. I felt as if I was in a little boat -- that had sprung a leak -- on a great boiling black sea. After some proper rest, things don't seem quite so bleak now.
Some things you just don't blog.
For example, you'd be wise not to blog if you murder someone. Or have an affair. Or you're a gentleman who enjoys wearing ladies clothing at the weekend.
One thing I didn't blog last time was the first 12 weeks of our pregnancy with India. You can't be too careful can you...
So it made sense not to blog our pregnancy this time either.
Unfortunately -- as about one third of the people who read this already know -- we suffered a miscarriage two weeks ago. An emergency scan showed that at ten weeks, our pregnancy had not developed past the six week stage and there was no sign of a heart beat. A few days later Vic suffered some terrible and extremely scary bleeding, that saw us rush her into A&E at three in the morning. It hit her hard.
Things have settled down now. Vic's bleeding has stopped and, despite a few tearful moments, we're OK.
I've had a week off work with a chest infection. I badly needed it as the events of the last few months (two deaths, exams, house move, lost buyer, miscarriage) caught up with me last Thursday and in a fit of exhaustion, I felt on the brink of a depression. Completely drained physically and mentally. I felt as if I was in a little boat -- that had sprung a leak -- on a great boiling black sea. After some proper rest, things don't seem quite so bleak now.
