3rd March 2008
It's not often that I take a weekend off, as I like to impress on Vladimir that I'm not a 'gentleman builder' or an idler. Despite my efforts he still seems unconvinced. So, this weekend, which featured my small daughter's Birthday and party, I decided to have a break.
The birthday girl filled my weekend by introducing me to her latest obsession, the 'SpongeBob Squarepants Patty Panic' game, and within minutes I was a 'competitive dad' again. Please don't look it up, mostly because it's rubbish, but also because you'll then be tempted to try to beat my highest score ( a magnificent 19,525) which would be impossible.
Anyway it was the birthday of the new (almost grown up) bicycle. Everyone can remember 'that' birthday, it's such a great gift and it represents so much more than the sum of its parts, even for a seven-year-old.
However, all that is behind us now , as the week has begun with a return to the building site, and with a few strange questions left unanswered;
1. Why did my lovely wife bake an even lovelier cake and then leave it at dog-height for 30 seconds?
2. Why did I spend so long with SpongeBob this weekend? and, most worrying of all,
3. What does my wife mean when she says that the "building is talking to us"?
The stupidest thing I did today;
Inadvertently offering up a challenge to all other competitive Alpha males (and females), and now expecting a small flurry of made-up scores.