Well after a lot of (Frankly nerve racking) poking around the lady proclaimed that all seems to be well with Baby Hunt. I still can't let myself go though bearing in mind the past (not only my own but others as well). So still trying to keep the feet firmly planted.
Turns out as well that pink will be a good colour for the nursery.
Thursday, 29 October 2009
Tuesday, 27 October 2009
Mañana será otro día grande
Another big day tomorrow.. 20 week scan. Got to say I am always a little nerveous at these things. So I will have everything crossed
Tuesday, 13 October 2009
A close Shave.
Picture the scene if you will. Before my Dad retired he used work as very expensive postman, in that he used to fly aeroplanes for DHL.
So one day I am up at my mothers and I decide to go to the shop, As normal I have the local radio station on and the news burst first. The headline caught my attention straight away.
"A cargo plane has been shot down over Bagdad". Nowone of the contracts my Dad was working on was to fly cargo in to Bagdad, so my arse starting singing straight away. He was not at home to he was either in Brussels (home) Bahrain (Stop over) or God forbid the now stricken plane. I pulled straight over and dallied his number. It rang and rang and rang.... 'Shite' I thought. My main concerns were one for my Dad but second my Mum. I didn't want her to hear the news and panic. Having suffered one major heart attack the last thing I needed was her going off half cocked with out all the information. I ring his number again..... Nothing... One more try. Ring, ring , rin.. "Hello?" said a very groggy voice. "you OK?" I said. "Yeah" he responded. I explained what I had heard.
So I managed to get home and explain to Mum and my sis that if they heard anything it was ok it was not him.
Anyway here is what happened. Point of fact 2 days earlier or 7 days later it would have been him...FACT
So one day I am up at my mothers and I decide to go to the shop, As normal I have the local radio station on and the news burst first. The headline caught my attention straight away.
"A cargo plane has been shot down over Bagdad". Nowone of the contracts my Dad was working on was to fly cargo in to Bagdad, so my arse starting singing straight away. He was not at home to he was either in Brussels (home) Bahrain (Stop over) or God forbid the now stricken plane. I pulled straight over and dallied his number. It rang and rang and rang.... 'Shite' I thought. My main concerns were one for my Dad but second my Mum. I didn't want her to hear the news and panic. Having suffered one major heart attack the last thing I needed was her going off half cocked with out all the information. I ring his number again..... Nothing... One more try. Ring, ring , rin.. "Hello?" said a very groggy voice. "you OK?" I said. "Yeah" he responded. I explained what I had heard.
So I managed to get home and explain to Mum and my sis that if they heard anything it was ok it was not him.
Anyway here is what happened. Point of fact 2 days earlier or 7 days later it would have been him...FACT
Friday, 9 October 2009
Corners like it is on rails.
Further to my post about things still to come here. Item number 3 came into full effect on a trip to Bedford last weekend.
Seems the funny rattling noise was actually either the Catalytic converter giving in or the fact that my front left wheel was not actually attached to the rest of the car* or in fact both. In any case I had both repaired and it looks like October is going to be a tight month.
* Ok that is dramatic but the CV joint was totally buggered
Seems the funny rattling noise was actually either the Catalytic converter giving in or the fact that my front left wheel was not actually attached to the rest of the car* or in fact both. In any case I had both repaired and it looks like October is going to be a tight month.
* Ok that is dramatic but the CV joint was totally buggered
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