wassup dog?
i woke up maximum yesterday saying 'wassup dog?'
he didn't open his eyes, he just replied, 'wassup cat?'.
maximum was very popular with the young ladies on holiday.
and several times had to run away from girls who were literally chasing him around the grounds.
at one point, mrs.perou said to him, 'you're very popular with the girls, maximum. one day they might want to play kiss chase and you won't like it'.
'actually', he said, 'i think i will'.
boy band walking...
note the irreverent 'tongue out' look z's throwing.
no child prodigy ever makes it as an adult...excluding drew barrymore, of course.
have to sit on this idea for a while...
anyway, maximum says he HATES music.
had a good last day, yesterday, on our little holiday away.
until z let rip.
statistically, i reckon there's a 40% chance that one of either of our sons will scupper a holiday.
and only a 10% chance me or mrs.perou doing the same: we've had some more practice being alive and not getting into trouble.
i thought maximum was going to do it with the head slamming (into the ground falling out the tree)
but just after dinner, and after some ice cream for pudding and a glass of milk before bed, z (without any warning) projectile vomitted all over the dinner table.
then he puked all over everything else, all through the night.
had a sleepless night of puke and worry.
mrs.perou (proper) doing the lioness' share of the caring.
managed to get back to blighty, to fly through the clouds to the gloom without him puking again.
much against all expectations.
met geoff at gatwick which was lovely (as ever).
it took us 3hrs to get from greece to london and then 1.5hrs to get out of gatwick.
fought through the traffic to get home t'farm to my mum and dad (who've been farm sitting) and james (who's still slogging on my office).
i am back...
6 days back 2 back shooting begins tomorrow am.
no rest...
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