Monday, January 31, 2005

Jamie's First Birthday

Hardly seems like a year ago since our nephew Jamie was born, but this weekend was the anniversary of that snowy night when Birmingham was gridlocked with traffic and we wondered if Rachel would be able to get to the hospital or not. On Friday night we went down to Truro in Cornwall where they now live. It was great to see them settling in to their new place. When we got there on Friday night, Mum was feeling a bit poorly. Turns out she had some strange stomach bug which proceeded to spread to Rachel, Karl, Jamie, Dad and me over the course of the weekend. Much puking and pooing ensued! Su managed somehow to escape it though. We still had a nice weekend, managing to go for a walk on the beach and pay a visit to a small fishing village, but a lot of the weekend was spent huddled in the living room under duvets. It was so strange seeing Jamie ill. He slept virtually all day on Sunday, and when he was awake he was very floppy and quiet. He didn't even want to play wind the bobbin up!
We're all feeling much better now, and I'm looking forward to going down to the Vineyard Pastor's Conference tomorrow.

1 comment:

Quit Smoking said...

Hello fellow fisherman,

Did you know that 16% of the U.S. population goes fishing at least 16 days a year?

Did you also know that over 75% of the nations fishermen do not fish during "prime time"; fish feeding hours?

Those precious few moments before twilight can be absolutely magical. Even up until 11pm at night, the largest predators of any species feed ravenously.

Don't believe me? Check out Daniel Eggertsen's story, and a picture of a couple of his catches here : "Evening Secrets plus more"

I want you to do me a favor and try it out so I can see what you think of it, and if it works for you as well as it did for me.

You will be one of the first to try it out.

Gone Fishin',