All God's (Pick Yer Own Deity or Non-Deity of Choice) Chillun Is Sick (Well at Least If They Are Connected to Fade)

Cal last night wasn't his bright breezy self. Monst is due for a junket in the Smoke with Annette, they've had it planned for a while, some quality time together putting the world to rights, getting pampered, shopping and catching a show. With the Margaret stuff, boy does she need it. This means I get the call early doors (8.30'ish) to high tail it home and sit in the house with the boy. He's sorted, plenty of liquids, the sort of cartoons that I mutter about under my breath (usually we never had shite like this) and orders to shout to me as required. Meanwhile I'm sorted, I can catalogue to my hearts content, Nicola has stepped up to the plate, has the number here, the Blackberry will keep me in touch with mail and I have the Frames to listen to. Other than the need to make myself coffee, the boy some lunch and stuff, what more could I want?