6957/19477
My plan was to never go to the toilet again. That way my bumhole couldn't hurt me.
And that plan worked overnight and a little way into the morning, but like King Cnut I could not hold back the tide.
Unlike King Cnut I was victorious though as I had cured myself and turned liquid into something (basically) solid.
I was cured. Shitter, shit thyself.
We're still going to take a PCR test tomorrow just in case, but today's lateral flow was negative and I was feeling fit again, so fingers crossed that Christmas can still happen in our household.
We got a bit of recovery time as the grandparents took the kids for the day. On there return my son greeted me with a big hug saying “I missed you daddy,†and I said I missed him too. And you know, I almost sort of did. The weird disparity of time between a child and adult perception skews all this a bit though doesn't it. By the time they came home it felt to me like I'd had about half an hour to myself, but to a four year old a whole day stretches almost to infinity. I was glad to have them back and very happy to get the hug, but I could have done with another 4000 hours to myself.
And yet I know that any time I am not spending with them during this magical and exciting week is my loss. They are full of wonder and anticipation and so these fleeting fast-passing days are like gold dust. I am looking forward to having lots of time with them in the coming days. But it was nice to get a day off too. Especially feeling as fragile as we do.
We watched Last Train to Christmas tonight, an alternate reality time-travel kind of deal set on a train. Like Sliding Doors? Thankfully it's a bit more rigorous than that film and also has the bonus of starring Michael Sheen who can tread the line between comedy and tragedy, caricature and reality with huge skill. It's a neat idea and I applaud the writers for understanding that if you change something in the past it totally changes the future. I wasn't entirely convinced by the ending of the film, though am still processing it a little bit, but it's fun to see Peter Stringfellow have to reassess his life, like Scrooge, as well as live through the various directions his life might have gone in with different choices. The cultural references are a bit on the nose - Watney's Party barrel and Aztec bars - but still fun and it doesn't flinch from the fact that alternate realities mean that certain people don't get to exist (though presumably none of the kids get to live in the final version of the story). Sheen's character doesn't get to live his actual life though, but he was prepared to die to change the course of history, so the story is about redemptive self-sacrifice and understanding why people turn out the way they do. There's lots to think about and it's fun and it's one of the best alternate universe ideas that I've seen.
I am in love with Michael Sheen though, so that might have impacted on my review.
