Staring down the barrel of an uneventful week.

But having said that, an uneventful week isn't all bad. In fact, sometimes it's preferable to an eventful one. And there are always life's little surprises to keep me on my toes - like Joshua's Saturday night...

I was happily watching yet another 'Extreme makeover: Home edition', when I heard wails of distress coming from upstairs. Not ideal, a full two hours after his bedtime. As soon as I got to the door, I was hit by a wall of smell (is that possible?) and knew instantly that I was about to move into 'pick up sick' mode. I hit the light switch, the only response was a small 'pop' and a distinct lack of light. Corridor light didn't work either, as the circuit breaker had tripped. Got my bedside light and went in (trying not to breathe) only to remember that his sockets are behind the foot of his bed, and I didn't want to be roaming around too much, as I didn't want to find myself standing in a sick slick. Had to go downstairs, flip circuit breaker ('don't worry sweetheart, I'll be back in a second') run back up, turn on corridor light, plug in bedside light and find, to my relative relief, that the containment was reasonably good, and only required a full bed change (well, not quite, Tigger was also in need of a quick spin in the machine!). Cursed the fact that I'd changed his sheets that morning, and the fact that we haven't got around to buying a backup duvet cover for his new grown-up-size duvet. Still, it all worked out in the end, though it was with some trepidation that I returned him to his bed, knowing that the mattress was now vulnerable to any further assaults, as the waterproof (and sickproof) mattress cover had needed a wash. Woke up bright and breezy the next morning (he did, anyway; I haven't done that for a while!) and had a good lark around and a play before breakfast. Gave him a nice breakfast, which went down a treat ... briefly ... and then required a good amount of muscle power to extract it from the carpet.
Thankfully, that was the last of the return-of-the-meal events, and his toast at lunch and beans for tea managed to stay where they belonged.

But the week ahead remains, as I say, gloriously uneventful. I fully intend to do some more in the garden, having ordered a bunch of raspberry plants (though they seem to be called raspberry canes) and done a bit of flowerbed clearing on Sunday in anticipation of their arrival. Aiming to save a fortune on future raspberry purchase, though it occurs to me that we very rarely buy raspberries (and it can't just be because of the extortionate cost) so perhaps forking out on a bunch of plants is a false economy. But hey, it's a fun thing to do for now, and might keep me out of mischief for a couple of hours.

I also intend to get back to some writing (proper writing, that is, not just blogging (apologies to all those who consider blogging to be proper writing...)) this week, which means that I need to do some more reading for research, which is what I'm off to do now.