Rorschach Ink Blot test
Rorschach Poo: When the contents of your baby’s nappy looks like an ink-blot.
Macbeth Poo: Full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
– Macbeth, scene 5.
Winter Is Coming
It’s approaching winter here (Melbourne, Australia) and for a change I’m looking forward to it. I’m half Dutch, and the rest is Scandinavian, Irish and goodness knows what else. European, basically, which means I really should be north of the Arctic circle herding reindeer or farming tulips in a bog somewhere in the Netherlands – and not sunning myself in the antipodes!
But winter can be grim here. Less so than it used to be, I remember it being a lot colder with a lot more ice back when I was a kid in the 70’s. It’s never snowed at this level, and it very very rarely gets below zero degrees Celsius. But it does get cold.
This year, however, I’m looking forward to breaking out my collection of warm clothes. My (very worn) long black coat, my ancient leather jacket, gloves, scarves etc. And dressing entirely in black like the born-and-bred Melbournian I am. When it’s hot there’s really not a lot you can do to stay cool, whereas the cold can be dealt with with many an extra layer of clothing. I hate the heat, so the second option is somewhat better.
But also this year I have a new and excellent reason to be at home in my warm house of an evening – a little baby called Pip! Now I have an excellent excuse to curl up on the floor in front of the heater. Now I don’t mind that it’s cold at night and it gets dark early, I can play on the rug till my little man falls asleep. Getting home from work is going to be quite different, even if the rain is pouring down. So here I am, looking forward to winter, maybe stomping in the front door with rain dripping from my coat or indeed my cycling gear, to greet my partner and my baby and get some warm cuddling going on.