the good, [s] the bad [/s] and the plain bloody aw

The good: Bry nearly had some kind of heart-swelling-with-love-and-joy style heart attack today when Arlo expressed MUCH excitement and joy over the basketball. This is clearly a sign that he'll grow to be 6ft 7", will move to America and become very, very, very wealthy as a basketball star.

I'm sure our lovely neighbour downstairs isn't nearly as delighted about the bounce, bounce, doof-doof-doof-doof (that's Arlo's frantic crawling) sounds coming from our living room as Bry is, but that's the joys of tenement living, hey?!

The plain bloody awful: redundancy number 4 is nigh in our house. In the democratic style that is the Family Dog, it is now Bry's turn, having only had 1 redundancy to my 2 (although I'm starting to think that Arlo and Boris are kind of lurking in the background on this one...) so he's getting another shot at it. Don't really know the details, although the worst scenario is he'll be gone in 2 weeks, best case is he'll get kept on for 6 months then maybe get a job elsewhere in the company.

In the meantime - thank all the skies and all the seas and all the mountains - there's always wine...