For months now my husband has feared the meeting of Matter and Anti-Matter. In our house hold, known as Mr Frootles 1 and 2. The bed time cuddly toys. The idea being that if baby einstein ever discovered there were two of them (rotated frequently to maintain an equal rate of wear and tear) he would want them both at bed time- not on our agenda! The plan was to always have a back up Mr F incase Mr F got lost!!! (They are pretty irreplaceable being a discontinued line!) Anyone with a child who has a bedtime "blanky" or similar , without which sleep is as evasive as the pot of gold at the end of the proverbial rainbow, will confirm this theory.
This morning Mr F1 was in the washing machine drum and we thought Mr F2 was in the cot. Not so. Baby was found grinning like a loon, holding both Mr F's in his little paws in the laundry room. The drum of the washer playing the role of the Hadron collider, baby minus a white lab coat, matter met antimatter............. No Collision Occurred. Disaster Averted. The world is still turning. The Universe is Safe!!!!! Religion is unshaken, The God Particle was not created,the pope can sleep in peace.
Some how though I don't think this challenges the theory, or undermines the work of the good folks at Cern.
http://public.web.cern.ch/public/
http://www.danbrown.com/#/angelsAndDemons
www.direct.gov.uk/Pandemicflu
If you spoke to me today then you know I am supposed to be in bed with suspected Swine flu....
There is only so much moping and mooching around, listening to the sound of the pounding in your head and contemplating the stuffiness of the silence in your sinuses a gal can do. Apart from a few midnight asthma attacks and a mid morning attack I feel ok. Ok , I feel lousy. But I am bored and my eyes are too blurry to let me focus on reading too well.
Hubby and son have gone to Boots to buy a thermometer and some decongestant, meanwhile, I reek of Olbus oil and lemsip sploshes are on my Pj's & duvet. That's why its called Swine Flu, it makes your bed a pigsty.
Baby doesn't sound too grand either, so he has been schlepped to the pharmacy with Daddy for some advice. Monday we will be off to the surgery. I don't think it is swine flu, there isn't a temperature or vomiting. It 's just a common cold. Truth be told though, I panicked a bit though when I couldn't breathe at 3.45 this morning!
As all good scientists know, theories must be tested at least twice! My toddler knows this too. What"s the matter? Takes on a whole new meaning when he trots into the kitchen sucking the ear of a filthy Mr F that he has dragged out of the washing basket (DADDY!!!) and the clean dry ear of MrF 2 which was left with the clean laundry to go upstairs..... Once again, the world did not end.
ReplyDeleteTruly, as he calmly handed over filthy F to go into the washing pile again and scampered off delightedly with clean F. No Damage Done.....Yet.