Day 104: How not film your Dragon, in 3D

Day one of my incarceration. I have contagious tonsilitus and have been banished to the spare room with its bare walls, tiny barred window and stainless steel toilet.*

I must have no contact with my wife and son, so drinks are occasionally pushed around the door, when I may gaze upon another human's skin for a fleeting moment.

If someone could get word to my mother, perhaps salvation awaits.

I had to pass on a trip to film Komodo Dragons in 3D. Although having googled them and seen what they can do (and how FAST they are), perhaps the Panasonic AG3D-A1 doesn't have a long enough lens for safety.

Oscar had an enforced Mummy night and day, poor Mummy having to do all the feeds, nappies and sterilising...and look after me!

As an added bonus I was up most of the night vomiting. A really lovely feeling when your throat is like sandpaper. Nice combo.

*actually I'm in Oscar's room and it's rather nice. Still feeling grotty though.

Day 103: All's Swell

Mummy took Oscar off to guide camp today, so I got to catch up on this blog and finally get it up to date, sort of.

That was the plan anyhow. Part way through compiling the images I started to feel ill.

I'd had a rushing sensation in my right ear for the last couple of days and by the time Tasha got home I was pretty flakey.

Tonsilitus was upon me!

Mummy had to take the day's photo. Something was telling her there was a mistake somewhere, but she couldn't see it for a while. Took me a while to see too.

Day 102: Love Letters

BBQ for brother in law Matt's birthday. He works behind the camera for QVC at the moment. I'm sure I had some jokes prepared but forgot to use them.

We got Oscar's cousin Molly a set of M O L L Y letters to match the ones we have for Oscar. She seemed to like them. At least she made a lot of noise and waved her arms about!

Molly is a big girl, but Oscar is catching up fast.

Day 101: Let them eat cake. Sort of.

My nephew Toby's 3rd birthday party today so off we went for noisy toys and BBQ.

Later on, probably subconsciously inspired by the day, I had a crack at cake making. All the bits usually reserved for victoria sponge went in the bowl, but what came out was something else entirely. I think I was a little too cautious with the mixing as the result was a patchy mix of meringue, those little cakey biscuity things you use for trifles, caramelised sugar and a goey vanilla substance holding it all together. Drizzled in lemon juice and sugar it actually tasted OK. I called it Pudstrocity. Or Mooncake.

I actually prefer the pudding image if I put my glasses on backwards!

Day 100: Culture Club

Daddy's day today! Songs and stories in the morning, then off we went to see our friend Marie Stone (http://www.mariestone.co.uk/) at an exhibition of her photography. Marie travels the world shooting celebrities for Madame Tussaud's and takes landscapes, animals and all sorts of other images along the way.
I shot the photo for her new book's back cover, and you can buy it from Amazon if you don't get to visit the exhibition.

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Beauty-within-Marie-Stone-Photography/dp/095660580X/ref=sr_1_2?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1280749483&sr=1-2

Oscar has been doing a lot of 'talking'. We do that thing of replying and saying, "really?, then what happened?" at which point he usually continues. It's like we're having a conversation in two entirely unrelated languages. A bit like what we do with the cats.

Day 99: Flakey

Not a great night last night, Oscar woke up a lot more than usual, as did Mummy.

We put it down to the jabs making him feel a little bit under the weather.

Day 98: Quick jab to the left, quick jab to the right

Ouch! Is there anything more painful than watching someone make your baby cry? Worse still, you have to sit in the waiting room knowing what is to come, and that you are (partly) responsible.

Still, it beats a slow agonising death from the black plague or whatever those immunisations are for.

Oscar didn't like it at all, but two minutes later he was happy again and it was as if it never happened.

Took us a little bit longer to get over it.