The Emancipation of Dolores McCrumble

Saturday, February 10, 2007

Has it been that long?

Good grief! My absence must surely have been spectacularly conspicuous. Would you believe that this is the first time in months that I've actually had a few minutes to sit down and jot a few lines?

Needless to say, it is 3.45AM.

Apparently, there is not enough room inside me to host both last night's dinner and a 30 week old foetus. Something had to give. Let's just say, it wasn't the baby.

Joseph is snoring away, though how he's managing that with all that's going on at the moment I have no idea. Court cases are really not conducive to a stress-free pregnancy. I'm pretty amazed that this motel in (frankly) the arse-end of Norfolk has a wireless internet network...I suppose East Anglia had to catch up at some point.

Oh dear, in less than 2 hours dear old Ravel will no doubt bounce into the room armed with cups of tea and a couple of packets of those round shortbread-esque biscuits beloved of the UK hospitality industry. Whilst I am grateful that I do not have to get up to make tea...I do wish that he would wake us just a little bit later. On the subject of Ravel, despite my earlier attempts at updating his wardrobe he has reverted to type and is back to the Anarcho-Euroboy attire. Shame, does nothing for him.

I feel a wave of fatigue descend upon me.

Until the next time.....