Salvador's Brazilian Ball

Salvador said his first word today.
He was up in my office when he suddenly blurted out ….. printer.
He then had another more refined attempt at the word before gong back to his usual gurgles and shouts.
If he has learnt this essential first toddler word from his father we can expect a sentence by the end of the month;
‘Get your bloody hands off my printer’
Needless to say we spent the rest of the day repeating the word printer at him so that Esther could hear, but he was having none of it.
Salvador also captivated a couple of lovely Brazilian tourists (almost a contradiction in terms but not quite) in the café and played happily with them while we had our Friday Soup (a bit of everything, enough to fill you up for the whole day).
The tourists gave him a toy football with bright lights in it which they insisted he kept, a really nice gesture - so I gave them their drinks for free.
I have not been further than the café all day, I’ve been working at home on the menus, listening to 5live and yep, making more soup.
Esther went to the Post Office in a rainstorm and returned with another exciting package.
Grandma & Grandad had sent a pair of Clarks shoes for the ever expanding plates of meat of Bigfoot Salvador.
They fit perfectly and he celebrated their arrival with a broad grin and inspection of his new footwear.
Ali is bringing Saul over at 9am tomorrow to see if Salvador’s old shoes will fit him.
Esther watched the Thomas Hardy drama ‘Under the Greenwood Tree’ this morning on a DVD that Mum had recorded at Christmas.
Watching the adverts and news bulletin was great, especially for some reason the Martin Kemp DFS ad which made us reminisce about England.
In the same package as the DVD was the audiobook I bought in October to bring here but left in Swindon in our panic fuelled departure.
Alexander McCall Smith’s ‘The No 1 Ladies Detective Agency’ is a skilful and funny tale of life in the distant land of Botswana. The bizarre world view of some of the characters certainly has parallels here and I am looking forward to hearing the rest of the series.
As I have already said, the soundtrack to most of my days is the BBC so I can keep up with what’s going on over there (we do miss it like mad you know).
Gordon Brown’s idea of a ‘Britain Day’ caught my attention, what a waste of time, why do they insist on having policies that just window dress issues?
As for using the 4th of July as a model for any display of national pride I can’t believe that we insist in following the lead the USA.
Their sense of national unity was summed up in the New Orleans flood, when white people filmed in a partially destroyed supermarket were ‘searching for food’ and black people in the same situation were ‘looting’.
If this sort of scheme is an indication of how Gordon Brown will approach the job of Prime Minister then the prospects of an improvement on TB don’t look good.
It would be nicer if they concentrated in coming up with a full explanation of how their government is rubberstamping perverts into jobs that involve contact with children.
That’s enough of my politics from a distance for now.
My big game kicks off at 2.30pm tomorrow hopefully not in the rain, but inevitably at 11000ft, should be interesting to feel how my lungs hold up after all these years.It is hard to properly describe the sensation of your heart trying to exit your body through your ribcage as you attempt to dribble past a defender, suffice to say it's not especially pleasant.
On the bright side, I suppose the last time I played I was smoking 20 a day but I don’t think that will make a lot of difference, I think the difference will be that last time I played I was 38, now I'm 41.