Hi everyone Another month into the "naughties" and I still haven't been too much affected.... Felix has been afflicted with croup ( a virus that causes high fevers, tightening of the throat and painful coughing) - I call him "Honk-honk boy". His room at day care is quite exciting at the moment since there's been chicken pox, headlice and more recently ringworm/tinea. I'm trying to stay away from the whole bunch of the littlies since they're bound to come down with tuberculosis and leprosy soon. Felix's head is now pretty much shaved. Whilst daddy was having his hair cut by mummy (I personally prefer to use a professional city hair stylist), daddy used the clippers to "neaten" Felix's hair. After removing a clump, he quickly passed the clippers to mummy who didn't realise that Daddy was actually using a "number 2" setting rather than Felix's usual "number 4" setting. Needless to say, daddy got himself in trouble again and Felix is left a skinhead. Daddy did say that he'd do my hair, but my speed, agility and high-pitched squeals meant that I was left alone. As for Felix's chrome dome - at least it'll be easier to tell if he has headlice.... Felix and I have been enjoying watching Mummy play hockey. Well, it's actually that we really enjoy eating the biscuits and chips that daddy brings for us. I am the number one barracker for the team though - "Go Mummy!" and "Yay Mummy!". The first week we watched Mummy score 4 goals, but last week she missed 4 goals. I think I need to scream louder - it distracts the opposition. Mummy says that my voice is very resonant - which means that when daddy and I lose mummy in the shopping centre, daddy gets me to scream out "MUMMY!!" - daddy says that I'm louder than the shop intercom. Last week we sat in the stands at the field (we normally sit on the hill). Mummy told daddy to sit near the bottom, but we couldn't get a good view. It was strange watching Felix hit chair after chair until he made it eventually to the ground.... The big thing that happened last week was Star Wars - The Phantom Menace (pronounced "Phantis Mannis") and a new letterbox. Daddy was sent down to the shop with me to post a parcel and collect a few things. Mummy said that we were not to get the Phantis Mannis video. Anyway, whilst getting some unauthorised lollies and a CD, we gladly purchased the Phantis Mannis video as well. I did tell dad that I could wait till my birthday, but that it wouldn't be fair on Felix since he was too young to come to the pictures with daddy and me to see the Phantis Mannis. With the Phantis Mannis and the subwoofer on, daddy can't concentrate in the study (even with the door shut). I always demand the subwoofer when watching videos now! By the way, daddy said that he'll take me to see Galaxy Quest this week. Mummy says it's too old for me and that she'd like to occasionally be invited to things..... The letterbox was another great daddy idea. We were lying in bed very early one saturday morning a few weeks ago when the door of our mailbox happened to hit our house. You should've heard daddy yell at the people standing out the front. However, having to get dressed and get out a deadlocked front door meant that daddy lost those precious few seconds he needed to have a proper chat with the letterbox marauders. So, last weekend, we bought a new metal letterbox - daddy especially chose a huge one so that packages could fit inside. But, he needed to ensure that it was securely affixed to our concrete front fence - so metal brackets and dynabolts were called for - and in no small measure. Now, you'd think that affixing a metal letterbox to a concrete post is probably an hour's job. Well, one snapped drill bit, 7 dynabolts, 2 angle brackets and 5 hours later daddy finished the task. I did my best to help by using the drill on the plants, prying up rocks with daddy's "torquemaster" screw drivers, throwing screws into the garden that appeared to have no purpose, swinging on the gate, rubbing flaky paint off the gate, slamming the front door to awaken Felix, needing food and drink several times and then needing to go to the toilet 3 times. It looks like the letterbox isn't straight, but daddy has assured me that the concrete post on which it is sitting is actually angled and "out of whack" (which I think is a technical building term) - so it's all really an optical illusion. But provided that the post doesn't fall over, that letterbox isn't going anywhere! The only difficulty after all that effort is that the postman leaves parcels now on top of the letterbox. Elliot PS If you happen to see daddy today or tomorrow, you need to ask him about the circular bruising on his forehead - he was sticking bath toys to his forehead last night in a vain attempt to frighten Felix and me. Mummy says that daddy is a goose.
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