Weekend woes and unsatisfactory bananas

The poor little’un came down with something nasty over the weekend. Saturday morning dawned in much its usual way – a happy ‘Good morning’ and a demand for Thomas the Tank Engine cartoons and biscuits – but by 9am we had a little lump of misery dozing on the sofa in between bouts of sickness and refusing anything that didn’t involve occasionally having his face stroked and then being left the hell alone. By Saturday night he was running a temperature, hadn’t eaten since 8am and was utterly at odds with the world and everything in it. We took it in turns Saturday and Sunday to provide a constant supply of cuddles and comfort to the VelcroTot™ by day, and a comforting human pillow by night as one of us was pummelled and Breathed On in the ‘big bed’ and the other sought refuge on the sofa. Naturally this morning both adults are utterly ruined and the little’un is running laps around the sitting room singing at the top of his voice. We’ll see if he crashes later.

We did make a brief (very brief – it’s 500 yards away) excursion to Pets at Home yesterday to pick up the first instalment of little’un’s 3^rd birthday present – a 19l fish tank, filter and gravel – and will return next month with his Christmas money to buy him some fishies (probably a few danios and a butterfly loach unless I give in and buy a heater so he can have guppies or a betta) so that he can shout ‘FISHY!’ at them in the comfort of his own home instead of having to go out to do it. This exhausted him so I suspect his enthusiasm for life today may be somewhat diminished by lunchtime.

I’m back at work this morning and, in a bid to eat more healthily, have not bought chocolate or cake-based snacks, coffee or similar for a couple of weeks now. I am having one cup of tea in the morning and then going on to water, fruit for snacking, and healthy soups for lunch. My body is screaming for a quick easy fix today and hasn’t been even a little mollified by the banana I just fed it, which was deceptively yellow for something so crunchy and cotton-woolly in texture. The work canteen does have a salad bar but in recent weeks it has become less salad and more quiche, mayonnaise-drenched unidentifiable lumps and cold pasta than actual salad and, in any case, is situated right next to the build-a-burger counter and the dessert station (always some variant of comforting stodge served with custard you could bounce an elephant on) so I’m steering clear of that as well.

Sigh.