Diary of a non-smoker: Day 2, I curse Sir Walter Raleigh

Actually today wasn't that bad.

Apart from the puking. Indiscriminate, projectile, runny vomit.

No not mine, but I'll get back to that in a minute.

Today I'm a little drained. Not quite a smoker, not yet a proper non-smoker. I spent a lot of time outdoors with the youngest today. We were playing Crazy Volleyball (© Jamie Cain), you know, the sport where your children bounce on the trampoline and you have to play volleyball with them from outside the trampo. Don't know it yet? Well get started, it's gonna be THE extreme sport of 2011. Anyway, whilst playing the youngest picked up some of the leaves that had just blown onto the trampoline, carried them towards me before letting them fly and shouting "LOSER CONFETTI!".

Brilliant. 

LOSER CONFETTI

So anyway, the puke. It was the oldest's. My wife has an uncanny habit of dodging puke. Ever since the kids were babies I have been a puke magnet. Siegrid could hold a sick child for hours and it will not be sick. It only needs to come within my general proximity and the bluetouch paper gets lit. And today? The oldest came home and let rip all through the house, poor thing. Siegrid? Out on a photoshoot. Out shopping, etc.

Some people have all the luck.

Still no ciggies :D