the good, the bad and the unsettling

I feel bad for Finlay that he is still unwell and that he has little energy to do anything.

I gave him the task of taking my blipfoto of the day and he did an astronomically good job.

Telescope to moon, iphone to telescope.

This was a one-chance-wonder as, try though he may, he couldn't get another shot anywhere close to this good. Sky watching runs in his blood.

The good ends there.

The washing machine really has had it and that meant painful, precious time looking for deals online, resulting in a visit to the migraine making machine that is Curry's/PC World.

The boys were sucked in. It was bad.

This place had such a firm grip on them that I thought i'd never get them out. On one hand, I though that maybe we should visit more often - lots to look at, lots to do and lots of space. Perfect for boys. On the other hand though, I felt that if they stayed there any longer they may come out looking as half-witted as the people that work there.

More unsettling than this experience was the cover story of OK Magazine staring at me from a shop shelf.

'Sir Elton John and David Furnish present their baby son Zachery at home in LA'.

Apparently, 'he shot out like a rocket'.