We’re driving home from Mum’s and Dylan is pointing out all the
things he sees. ‘Tractor,’ he says. ‘Lorry. Bus.’ When he runs out of
interesting vehicles he resorts to: ‘House. House. House. House. House.’ I’m
amazed at how quickly his vocabulary is growing and he’s even managing a few
sentences. ‘See you soon,’ he says, and ‘There it is!’ Last week, he came out
with his first, self-composed sentence: ‘Daddy ate the biscuit.’ It’s becoming
clear to me now that the more he can say, the more trouble I’m going to be in.
No Dodo
It’s my fault really. I’m the person who robbed him of his dummy. Nursery was closed for the Bank Holiday and his Grandma was in
Tenerife, so Dylan was mine for ten days straight and I wasn't going to get a better opportunity. We came home from swimming and, while he put the towels and trunks in the wash, I
snipped the teat off his dummy. Yes I did. He came to me for his routine cake
bar and I showed him that his dummy was in two pieces. He looked forlorn and tried to stick the
teat in his mouth. I explained it was broken, took him outside and asked him to
put it in the bin. I gave him his cake bar and then, instead of searching
the house for his dummy (as had been our naptime routine), we searched for his
ducks. He asked for his dodo and I reminded him that it was broken. I put him
in his cot bed and he rolled over, and it’s just as well because I had tears in my eyes. I
went next door and listened to him grizzle for a minute
and a half...and that was it. Job done. He asked for his dummy a few times during the
following weeks but a shake of the head was enough to pacify him. And now it's gone he’s sleeping better.
Syrup of
Figs
The other thing I’ve cracked in the last month is his
constipation. Rather than taking action when it becomes a problem, I’ve started
supplementing his diet with a daily dose of Califig. In many ways this has been
an even bigger breakthrough than cracking his dummy dependency. He’s happier. He’s
discovered food and the joy of having an appetite. And
this, too, is helping him sleep. I feel like I’m finally making a difference as
a stay-at-home dad and it feels pretty good.
Festival
Fever
That said, I’ve hardly been at home recently. In
August, I spent four days with friends at the Cropredy folk festival; two weeks
later I spent three days at the NAWG Festival of Writing and two weeks after that Holly and I went to her cousin's wedding near London. The 45th annual Cropredy festival was excellent. It stayed dry all weekend and the music, which included Richard Thompson, Big Country, Squeeze, Dead Flamingoes, Dennis Locorriere and fantastic newcomers Brother & Bones (above) and Larkin Poe (below) was spot on.
The weekend between the writing festival and the wedding, I played the headlining slot at the Page Park Bandstand Marathon, with Ant Noel joining me on acoustic guitar, piano, harmonica and vocals, and Howard Sinclair on bass guitar, acoustic guitar and vocals. We had one rehearsal together on the morning of the gig and played a forty-five minute set including three new songs: Chris Cagle’s My Life’s been a Country Song, Ant’s Hurricane Rising, and The Band’s The Weight. It was the first paid gig I've done for a decade and I promised to take Holly out for a meal with my £60 share. After the gig, a member of the audience said I played the best Springsteen covers she had ever heard, which was pretty great.
Small Potatoes
Summer’s over and so, for the most part, so is the vegetable garden. Was it a success? I suppose it was in the sense that Dylan ate the strawberries and apples, and understood where they came from, which was my main intention.
In the last month, I’ve harvested a good load of Maris
Pipers—probably the equivalent of a couple of supermarket bags worth, which we've eaten as roasters or chips. Believe
it or not I’m still picking courgette flowers, and we’ve had some good
courgettes, too. For three or four weekends on the trot we had salad with mixed
leaves picked from the garden, and last night I had a few radishes and tomatoes
too. However, the cost and effort of growing plants has vastly exceeded the
benefits, probably because of the weather. The tomatoes are rotting on the vines; the cabbages have all been
eaten; the grapes are sun starved; the spring onions never grew and the
radishes and rocket produced such a small yield it really wasn’t worth it.
So what will I grow next year? Courgettes: yes. Potatoes:
probably. Strawberries, grapes and apples: yes, but only because the plants
will still be there. Lettuces: yes. Herbs: maybe sage and basil but I’ll keep
them indoors. Tomatoes: possibly, in the hope that the weather is better.
Rocket, radishes, spring onions, cabbage: definitely not.
Apples,
Apples
Our little apple tree didn’t produce a bumper crop but we didn’t do too badly and I found a couple of great recipes in Nigel
Slater’s Tender: Volume II. Apple crisp is like a cheats apple crumble—cheap,
quick and dead easy to make. It's also delicious. The sausage and apple casserole was
also a treat. Last week I found a roast duck
and white bean puree recipe in Rachel Allen's Entertaining at Home, which gave me the oppeortunity to roast some of our home-grown potatoes and try steamed romanesco. I’ll definitely be cooking this one
again.
Taking the
Biscuit
Holly took last Friday off work because she was suffering with colitis. On Saturday we left Dylan with my sister and went to London for Holly's cousin's wedding. It was a lovely day but we didn't stay for the evening reception because Holly was still poorly. We spent the night at a friend's house and left the following morning. We were about half way home when I was pulled me over for speeding, and I was lucky to get away with three points and a fine. The Police officer asked if there was any reason for me to break the speed limit and I said no, I just wanted to see my son. As I'm sure Dylan would say, 'If you eat the biscuit, Daddy, you have to pay the price.' The price on this occasion was £60. How about that for a coincidence?
On Monday morning, Holly is admitted to hospital. It's Wednesday as I write this and I've just taken clothes in to see her through to the weekend.
