Random Angry Blog

I'm hoping writing this might help calm me down and give Russell more chance of being let back in the house tonight! I'm currently waiting for a friend to come and deliver their baby car seat. A bizarre thing to wait for I hear you say, especially when you're supposed to be at your friend's baby's christening in five minutes in South Queensferry. The problem is that on cleaning our car seat, which Naomi had kindly christened from the lower end, Russell put the all important buckle in a safe place. (In his defense he did clean the seat without any prompting from me and without complaining) Unfortunately, Russell's safe places are rather cliche in the fact that you can never find them. This means we now have a useless car seat and any chance I have of rectifying this is greatly reduced by the fact I can't go anywhere because I don't have a car seat! Luckily we have friends willing to deliver, at least I hope so but he's still not here yet so I'm beginning to panic again. Looks like I've missed the Christening but I've been assured they'll still be celebrating in the pub for many hours yet. The Hasson legacy of missing the important part lives on.

I'm not sure if Naomi's constant laughing has made this all better or worse.