OK, I know April is just a distant memory to most of you by now, but I’m really keen to do some more of the diary-style posts I used to write back in Ye Olde Days of this blog, and April seemed as good a place as any to start: mostly because it was such a nice month, really.
April for us meant a mini-break to Loch Lomond, the glorious weather of the Easter long weekend, a day-trip to Perthshire… and, OK, I know that’s just three things, and some of you probably spent April backpacking around Europe, or whatever, but I have the kind of life right now in which a trip to the supermarket counts as a day out, so humour me here, if you will.
Anyway! Here’s a quick look back at April according to my iPhone…
Sea Life Loch Lomond
As I mentioned, the highlight of our month was our trip to Loch Lomond, and, while we were there, we paid a visit to the Sea Life Loch Lomond Aquarium. Now, to be totally honest, I’m not sure I’d 100% recommend this: especially not during the school holidays, when it was super-busy, and a bit too chaotic for yours truly.
I also wouldn’t recommend it – or ANY aquarium, basically – if you suffer from kabourophobia, which, for the blissfully unaware, is a phobia of crustaceans. Because, I mean, that would just be CRAZY, wouldn’t it? Seriously, what kind of idiot with a crab phobia goes to an aquarium for a fun day out?
So, yes, as some of you know, I’ve had an extreme fear of crabs, lobsters and other crustaceans since I was a little girl, and I’ve always said that, if you’re going to have yourself a phobia, kabourophobia is a pretty good one to have, really, because, unless you live by the sea, or visit aquariums, say, it has virtually no effect on your life.
But I DID decide to visit an aquarium, didn’t I? And that, my friends? That was a MISTAKE.
“What if there are crabs, though?” asked Terry, as we inserted ourselves into the crowd of people all making their way around the aquarium. “Oh, I’m sure there won’t be,” I said, breezily. “It’ll just be fish, and maybe sea lions or something, if we’re lucky. I’ll be fine!”
Then I turned a corner, and, yes, there was a woman cheerfully holding aloft a giant CRAB.
Honestly, I’m just glad someone else was with Max at that point, because I just turned and ran. I was in a complete blind panic – to the extent that, if Terry hadn’t been there to stop me, I’m pretty sure I’d have tried to get out the fire door I found myself standing in front of. Terry tells me the crab in question was plastic. I’m 97% sure he’s just saying that to make it seem less horrific than it actually was, but, the fact is, even if it WAS plastic, it wouldn’t really make it any better for me. I mean, I couldn’t even look at the PHOTOS of crabs they had dotted around the place, so, in retrospect, it wasn’t really the best idea I’ve ever had, and if Max ever wants to visit aquariums when he’s older, Terry will be taking him on his own. Because I may have walked into the den of the enemy once in the name of entertaining my child, but I will not make the same mistake twice. Even although making the same mistake twice is kind of my speciality, really.
(Also, quick shout-out here to Lori at Glasgow Beauty Blogger, who I apparently shared a lift with, without realising! I was probably thinking about crabs at the time…)
In other news…
The Stairs of Doom
Our stair project is STILL not finished. I KNOW.
So, last time I updated you on this it was April 4th, and it had been two full months since we started the project. Well, it’s now May 7th, and, honestly, we’re not a whole lot further forward with it. Please excuse me while I go and rock back and forth in a corner, while laughing hysterically and clawing at myself like a madwoman. Because that’s what this is going to drive me to, people, not even joking.
The good news here is that the house is more-or-less clean and tidy again. We’ve reclaimed the kitchen, hall, bathroom, and, well, all of the other rooms that had previously been littered with building debris and a thick layer of dust. The bad news, however, is that, as you can see from the image above, the stair wall still doesn’t have any glass in it to prevent us just toppling over the edge one day, and that’s kind of a pain, really, isn’t it?
(As you can also see from the image above, I’m still dressing like my toddler. Oh yes.)
The glass was ordered 7 weeks ago. SEVEN. WEEKS. AGO. It finally turned up last Tuesday, but, as some of you might have seen from my Instagram Stories last week, despite having had seven full weeks to get it right, the glazier had decided to go with ‘Getting it Wrong’ instead, and it’s now having to be totally re-made. They’ve told us it won’t take the full seven weeks this time, but… well, we’re not hopeful. Like, if it’s done by Christmas, I’ll be pleasantly surprised, let’s put it that way. Until then, I guess I’ll just continue quietly having heart-attacks every time Max is anywhere near the stairs, because that’s my life now, apparently.
Speaking of Max, it’s been a pretty good few weeks for him, too – or, at least, it was up until yesterday, when we took him for his chicken pox vaccine. This actually isn’t given as standard to children here in the UK, but, as Terry is a transplant recipient, and has a compromised immune system because of that, his doctor recommended we have Max vaccinated, and was able to arrange it for us.
As always, having your precious baby stabbed with a giant needle is all kinds of awful, really, and even although you know you’re doing it for his own good, it’s hard not to want to burst into tears when you see him smiling at you happily in the waiting room, totally oblivious of the fate that awaits him. Still, Max a real trooper, and I… was there as well… so I’m glad to have it over with. One thing I’m not-so-glad about, however, is the fact that, as with the immunisations he had as a newborn, this is a live vaccine, which means Terry can’t risk coming into contact with any of Max’s bodily fluids for the next 12 weeks (Because, yes, it’s a two-part injection, and he’ll get the second one in two weeks’ time…), so I’m basically on nappy duty for the next three months. Which is almost as long as our stair project will probably take, now I come to think of it…
Here are some other random images from our month…OPEN GALLERY