Archive for February, 2013

Days with Tom 8. Thank you for the days.

February 28, 2013

Hey Tom,

In January, I was alerted to an iPhone app called Life In Seconds. The premise is lovely – you record one second of video a day and the app stitches them together to create a short video. So I downloaded it and started filming.

So far, so good. But then I discovered iMovie. (It just goes to show how technologically illiterate I am that it’s taken so long for this to happen.) This let me take my Life in Seconds movie, cut it and add a soundtrack – can you see where this is going yet?

And finally, I realised that I could post my film on YouTube (I know, I know – it’s not rocket science but, like I said, I’m tech-illiterate). And then I could embed that film into this blog.

So… Here’s the first two months of 2013 Tomfoolery, set to the delightful Charmed Life by The Divine Comedy (which, due to copyright issues, is why the video is blocked in Canada, Germany, Saint Pierre and Miquelon).

Given the title of this post, maybe it should have been Days by The Kinks. Anyway, it’s pretty rough and ready, the quality’s quite ropey and the player is tiny. Hopefully in time I’ll get better at this sort of thing.

But it’s from the heart, and I hope you like it.

Love,

Dad xx

Days with Tom 7. Sick days.

February 26, 2013
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A Sick Boy, yesterday.

Hey Tom,

So you’ve been a sick boy these past few days. Not just poorly or a bit under the weather. I’m talking full-on parmesan-scented, tomato-skin-packed, when-the-hell-did-you-eat-that sick.

It all started on Thursday night. You went to bed, looking all smart in your big boy pyjamas and clutching your (soon to be washing machine-bound) Mister Monty.

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“Night mum! Night dad! See you in the morning! And not in two hours, covered in sick! Definitely not!”

A couple of hours later, you woke up bawling. We rushed into your bedroom to find a scene reminiscent of Mister Creosote’s restaurant. It was in your hair. On your face. All over your pyjamas. Everywhere.

And all I wanted to do was pick you up, give you a cuddle and tell you everything was going to be all right. And then go and change my T-shirt.

Anyway, we hosed you down, changed the sheets, dug out some clean PJs and put you back to bed.

And then, a couple of hours later, we had to do it all over again. Sigh.

You were incredibly brave – if it had been me, I’d have been moaning about it for ages and complaining that I still had sick in my ear (sorry about missing that bit, by the way). I’m very proud of you.

Next morning, you seemed much brighter. We gave you some milk. You guzzled it with gusto. Well, you can probably guess what happened next. A day on the sofa beckoned.

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“Mister Monty says more CBeebies please.”

Now, I quite enjoy being ill. I like lying around watching rubbish telly. And it turns out, you do too – that’s my boy. Unfortunately, we don’t share the same televisual tastes. While I was all for a Star Wars marathon, you insisted on Baby Jake.

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Goggi Geeaaaaghmakeitstop!

Baby Jake Loves Waving. Baby Jake Loves Spinning A Web. Baby Jake Loves Musical Statues. Baby Jake Loves A Picnic Feast. Baby Jakes Lo…ENOUGH WITH BABY JAKE! PLEASE! I GET IT! BABY JAKE LOVES STUFF! CAN’T WE JUST WATCH SOMETHING A BIT MORE GROWN-UP LIKE JUSTIN’S HOUSE? Aaaand relax.

In fairness, I did convince you to watch WALL•E, which is the greatest animated film known to man.

So it wasn’t all bad, was it?

Days with Tom 6. Soppy days

February 6, 2013

Hey Tom.

Yesterday I left work in a bit of a bad mood. Too many people saying too many stupid things without thinking. Or, worse, saying stupid things after thinking.

The bad mood lasted all the way through the interminable bus journeys and packed tube rides.

It was still there when I arrived home. But then I looked up at the bedroom window and saw you and mummy looking out for me.

I watched your face light up in a big smile when you saw that daddy was back. And the bad mood was gone. Just like that.

You’re the world’s greatest anti-depressant.

I’m reminded of this song, by The Divine Comedy.

I hope you like it.


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