Suits You Sir

I look like a bankerFor the last six weeks at work we’ve been encouraged to wear a suit on Fridays and then pay a fine for doing so in order to raise money for comic relief.

Being that my office is a t-shirt and jeans type of place, it makes a fun change, actually, although I do feel kind of trussed up wearing a suit at my desk all day. Still, we’ve raised well over £700, which isn’t too bad at all.

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A sneak preview

Last night we went to Liverpool Women’s Hospital to visit Graeme & Lisa’s new baby, Francis.

It was odd being back at the Women’s Hospital – I hadn’t been there since picking up some vitamins for Elisha shortly after she was born. On the way there I was telling her that I was taking her back for a refund because she had tried to run away when I was putting her coat on at nursery. When we got there it turned out that she’d fallen asleep at some point in the journey, anyway, so I don’t think any lasting psychological trauma was inflicted.

We waited to meet Graeme in reception, who led us upstairs to the nursery ward area where Francis was staying in his incubator. Through the window we saw Lisa sitting with Francis, before going to the waiting lounge. Fliss took first go at visiting Francis, while I waited with Elisha and Graeme in the lounge.

When I went in I was amazed at how tiny Francis is right now. I thought Elisha was reasonably compact when she was born, but Francis, being a couple of months premature, is well pocket size. He didn’t have a whole lot to say for himself when I was there, but moved around a lot more than I was expecting. It was good to see that Lisa was doing well, too, despite being very poorly when Francis arrived.

It must be pretty hard to have to leave your baby behind at hospital all the time, but Lisa looked like she was coping pretty well with it. We were lucky, in that Elisha arrived right on schedule, without any complications (even if it seemed like there were at the time), and we were home later that same evening as if the whole procedure is fairly routine. Judging by the number of babies in the intensive care wards nearby, and in incubators in other nursery wards, their arrival doesn’t always go as smoothly as it did for us.

Fingers crossed that the worst is over for baby Francis, graeme & Lisa, and that he’ll be home with them before too long.

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There’s nothing quite like one

McDonalds have taken the step of publishing and answering customer queries on the website; Make up your own mind. Looking at the questions answered section, it’s amusing how many urban myths people seem to readily believe.

For example; “does your milkshake contain dogs lips?”

Never heard that one, myself, but it sounds too ridiculous to be true in the first place. I mean, just where is their giant dog lip processing plant based? Do confused dogs roam the surrounding area sans-lips, unable to remember what happened to them the night before, and curious as to why they can no longer whistle “there’s nothing quite like a McDonalds.“?

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