I was lucky enough to spend some time woth the gorgeous Aleisha yesterday, thanks Helen for the tip. If you ever have a day when you doubt your fellow human beings then I suggest you spend some time with foster carers. I am always humbled by the love and attention that these guys lavish on their wards. I love babies but I don’t think I could find the level of selflessness that meant I could pass a child onto adoptive parents, even though I know it’s the best thing.
Aleisha has some lovely adoptive parents lined up and soon she will start her new life with them. I know I will miss her, as I miss her predecessor Harriet, and I only see them breifly. For foster parents that have full time care it must be a difficult time, to have such dedication is quite inspirational.
It has also been an interesting weekend for science. I have confirmed that the only reason for a human to eat doner kebab is alcohol. In fact I have proven that the link between drunkenness and the revolving spit of doom is common to us all. Not only do we believe that this is actually food when we are drunk but it calls to us like a siren song.
My evidence for this is Dell who, having consumed a glass or two of wine, left the pub to walk home on Saturday. Dell is a long time confirmed vegetarian but on Sunday awoke to a strange smell in the house.
Yes he answered the drunks calling, sitting in the kitchen was the kebab he had purchased on the way home. In this we can see that the kebab had called to that deep subconscious that can only be accessed when drunk. Being a non meat eater allowed Dell to answer the call and satisfy the yearning without consuming the thing. There is a lesson here for those that are carrying some weight, buy it and bin it in the morning it still makes you feel better.
I think more experiments will be needed to understand what it is in a vegetarian brain that rejects this Pseudo meat. I have to call Blossom Hill today to see if we can arrange a research grant. I think Dell will be happy to participate, in the interests of science of course.
Science is also responsible for the fact that lefty has been giving me a lot more pain. Obviously science is being controlled by the evil Ms Nature but even she has to respect science. I cannot work out what I have done but my best guess is that I have forced the rotation into a new and uncharted area. Essentially all of the moving parts are gunged up with blood and debris from the accident and I have to work through these. I think that lefty has reached a blockage and we are now wearing it down. One thing I’ve never worked out is where all this rubbish goes? I understand why it’s there and that I have to wear it away but does it not just collect somewhere else?
In a final medical update I awoke this morning with a sore leg. Apparently I chose to answer the phantom itching on the donor site by scratching it. I say phantom itching because