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Chicken Pops! Phoebe was covered in spots this morning and enjoying the magic (Anti-itch technology seems to have improved since I was a child and whatever was being sprayed on her mostly did the job).
I remember getting chicken pox myself. Crying myself to sleep because of the itchiness, my mum smearing pink unguent all over my naked body. I was 28 years old. Which made the illness very serious - you really need to get it when you’re a kid or it can lead to proper complications.
Ha ha, that joke never gets old. Ironically, because it is 28 years old. I was a kid really.
I remember being told not to scratch myself lest I be permanently scared. I scratched myself anyway. I am not permanently scarred. Don’t believe the chicken pox lies, sheeple. They don’t want you to scratch because you’ll knock out all of Bill Gates’ chips. It was much easier to do that in the 70s though. Those things were massive back then.
I remember it being sort of exciting despite everything. Phoebe was similarly slightly thrilled by this weird event. It’s pretty cool getting covered in spots overnight.
Ernie had his own illness going on (but hopefully will go down with the pox soon) and both parents were feeling pretty bad too, though I think it was mainly lack of sleep in my case. We had a lovely family morning in bed, watching telly and relaxing. We played charades. Phoebe has got the basics of the game, but Ernie just says everything has 10 words (or 20 when he realised he could bring his feet into it) and then attempts to act out the whole book or film in one go. It’s pretty much the funniest thing you could ever see. But he actually does quite a good job, though you only realise in hindsight.
I suppose the sign for film was pretty quaint even back in the 70s when it had been years since a camera/projector was operated by turning a handle, but it now seems amazingly archaic, but I suppose it’s just like computers using a floppy disc picture for save. Those symbols will presumably stay long after the last person to remember how they originated is dead. Just as we have forgotten the origins of many of the words and phrases that we use every day.
Given how bad we all felt it was a very happy morning. I thought I was probably too knackered to do any work in the afternoon, but I rallied and made some good progress with the book. But also realised I needed to do more work on the inter-chapter sections. So I might not finish on Monday, BUT I think the book is going to be really great and that’s why I want to make it as perfect as possible. It’s always very exciting to be near the end of a project like this.
Somehow Catie and I managed to have a second night out in three days and went for a Thai meal and then, as we had a bit of time left on the clock for the babysitter, and as we'd run out of milk we went to the supermarket. It’s pretty cool doing a shop on a Saturday night. There was hardly anyone in the store, because people think that they should be out doing stuff at this time on a weekend. But they are wrong. Be cool like us and get your shopping done. It’s like they’ve opened the shop just for you.Plus if you're a bit tiddly (as one of us may have been) you can end up buying some stuff you wouldn't have got in normal circumstances.
