i am a bad man...

We have had a lovely afternoon. Mrs McMuffin's parents came over to look after Babycake for a couple of hours so that we could go out together. This is the first time we have been out together in 9 days. Of course, I have been out by myself several times, but poor Mrs McMuffin has been trapped indoors all of that time. She seemed a little bit overwhelmed by the pace of modern life. Everything just seemed faster than she remembered and there seemed to be more people too. I'm sure she will get used to it all again in no time. We went for lunch at an Italian restuarant in Bluewater. It was a gentle, pleasant meal. I made the mistake of asking for a glass of house red with my meal. The waitress looked at me blankly and said, "we don't do house wine." Fair enough, I thought, so I looked at the half dozen wines on offer, and I didn't recognise one of them because my Italian is crap. I asked the waitress if there was one that she would recommend. Again, she just looked at me blankly, and muttered, "I dunno..." In the end, I had a glass of Chianti, a large glass, which looked like a fairly small glass to me. It cost me £7.80. I know that this is how restuarants make their money, but it bothers me.

I have returned home to find that I have been lazy and ignored my emails from Typepad warning me that I had to remap my domain. I quickly set about this, but it appears that the new Typepad system may not be supported by my domain management company. Typepad is changing tomorrow, so there is a very real chance that we will disappear for a few days while I get things sorted. I haven't told Mrs McMuffin yet...She will not be happy. Please, dear friends, spread the word that we will be back, and do not forget us.

By the way, Babycake is becoming more lovely every day. I didn't realise how satistfying it would be to take his screaming, twisting, body from his grandfather, and for him to immediately become calm and still when I spoke to him. So this is attachment and bonding.