The atmosphere feels strange and almost unreal at the moment. 6 weeks away from the birth, 3-ish weeks away from leaving the office for 6 months, we're shifting and moving everything at home, and plus in that modern internet shopping way, my birthday has already started.
My brother Stephen has bought me a camera for the Mac, with the idea that us 3 - Owen, Stephen and I get video-skyped up, in order that we can then swiftly get John sorted out then bang - Nora suddenly gets to talk to Uncle Owen and Grandad John every week *and actually see them*. Which will bwe somewhat of an improvement on the current situation with Owen - who she only ever sees in one or two photographs.
My present to myself also came, the book of "Brokeback Mountain, from story to screenplay" - for some weird reason not available in the UK. So I've been waiting daily, hoping that it would come through the post from Amazon US. It came this morning - hooray! so I found myself with small tears appearing, on the luckily empty train to St Albans this morning. Good God, it's just such a beautifully realised story of timeless love and pain.
And of course it's Valentines next week. Whilst trying to to do nauseating hearts type crap, McK and I have in previous years tended to buy each other some daft thing or other. So I'd better get my ass in gear.
Hey, I'd better write an update about Nora at some point today hadn't I given that that's suposed to be my subject. Lots to tell, as usual.
Posted by cait at February 9, 2006 10:24 AM