Something odd is happening folks, something very odd indeed…allow me to show you with this extract from the Journal of Markie D. Keating…

March 9th 2010

I awoke last night in a cold sweat, it was the third night running I had done so. My dreams were filled with the dark coils of a nightmare, of tendrils wrapping me in their grasp and dragging me down into the murky depths whose waters hold ancient secrets. I rose from my bed and glanced at the beautiful face of my sleeping wife, she seemed well rested, almost serenely beautiful in the cold light from the clocks LED. I went to the window and parted the curtains. By chance a stray beam of moonlight, silver and sharp in the darkened room, slanted across my wife’s midrift and brought into sharp relief the raised section of our expected progeny.

I gasped, did my eyes deceive me? Or did the skin on my wife’s stomach suddenly squirm and twist in Diana’s wan glow? I blinked to clear the residue of sleep that gummed my eyes and hopefully to clear the twisted thoughts that shivered across my synapses, the remnants of my horrid dream.

To calm myself I went to our dresser to once again marvel at the photographic keepsake of our still-unborn son, the image that I shall treasure forever. Perhaps it would soothe the troubled waters of my mind and ease the anguish of that desperate dream. I opened the thin card cover, gently smiling at the pictograph of a child’s toy that adorned the cover.

Then I gasped…

The card fell from my fingers and tumbled to the floor…

I could hardly breathe…

I couldn’t move as my feet were rooted to the spot in terror…

A primal, ancient scream, such as one that early man must have uttered when first the darkness came to snatch away his sanity rose from my lips…

But the image was stuck there, burned into my retinas and fixed in my mind where my thoughts unravelled taking with them my senses…

We had created in our dark lusts the very thing that my night-time travels had uncovered, we had brought into being, the Sprogaloth, child of Cthulu…

Last weekend we took a long break in London to celebrate nothing other than taking a long break in London. Well, this is not strictly true, what we were actually doing was using the space in a London Hotel, Flemings-Mayfair in Mayfair (strangely), that I had due to a business matter.

So we went to London and I was told we would have a good apartment, as it was we got the Penthouse Apartment in the building. It was very pretty. It had a fully fitted kitchen, private lift (that opened up into the hallway of the apartment), our own back door access that led onto a different street to the hotel and just looked like a residential address. Two bedrooms and three bathrooms – and a private patio. Pictures follow.

So Leigh’s cake layer continues to shrik as Flash, formerly known as the Pudding Bump, continues to develop and spread out giving himself womb to manouvre

Latest images reveal that Leigh is at least happy with this situation.

Don't you dare say anything about cake

She looks very happy about this

So the second room is coming along in the old -getting decorated- stakes and I thought it would be a good point to post a few low res pictures of the changes done so far – so here they are in order of being placed (newest are at the bottom).

Okay I have been implicated in a potential false claim, to whit, that I have put across the message that my wife cannot feel the kicking of our active sprog due to her ‘cake layer’. I didn’t start this rumour, as it is not a rumour. I merely report to you all a fact. My wife has always claimed she has a second, ‘pudding’, stomach, I do not dispute her right to claim that. I claim that it is this stomach that prevents her feeling the kicking because I have seen the truth and you can also. If you look closely at the -FULL- copy of the 20 week scan (which I have helpfully labelled for you) you can clearly see Flash, the Placenta and then Cake Layer I claim is the cause of her feeling nothing.

So we are finally, and it does seem like an age since we moved the books into boxes and stacked them in the front room in preparation for this, getting around to decorating the dining room/second room.

Huzzah. Hooray. Yay. All that Jazz.

For the love of Pete why?

That’s a simple answer, it needed it. When we moved in there was a hole in the ceiling, caused we think by a leak in the bathroom at some point.

There were glass uplighters (eaugh) on the walls and no light on the ceiling.

The wooden stair feature was painted with matt white paint that had yellowed (partly due to the previous occupants being smokers, the ceiling were yellow as well, partly because some arse had decided to paint varnish on top of varnish, stain it, then paint it with no undercoat – the idleness of people stuns me).

We had to have one wall completely re-plastered due to damp.

We had new centarl heating and pipes fitted due to the old system being, well, sh*t.

So we decided to decorate/re-model and I moved stuff in preparation for a long and well thought out process involving a complete strip to bare surfaces (and boy did stripping a whole half wall of wood take some time!).

Speed it up…..

So why the rush. Well that’s simple, we now have el sprogalatta on the road to popping out and so I must finish this task, so I can do the next task which will be the great my God we need a nursery quest.

Greensleeves (well I lean on my paint a lot)

So we are going for a green theme to the new room with bookcases built onto the walls and a new lighting and putting a new doorway in to the kitchen. Picture of test for colour is below – I will post more images when the room is done/as we go along.

Wall colour test

So it was the 20-week, bite broken and torn fingernails some more, scan today and we were a little nervous. But, it was fine. All is well with the little pudding that Leigh is growing in her cake-belly (9 months at Regulo Wifey).

The only detail they couldn’t see was the Baby’s face (he lay on his back the entire time kicking at the Placenta) so they couln’t check that, but the brain, spine, heart, stomach, kidneys and all that Jazz seem to be developing well.
Also we can now say ‘He’ as it is a boy. They will state that they are not 100% positive of this, me, I say “but he has dangly bits”.

What is in a name?

I have already been asked about a name, and my initial response is that we are calling him Flash during his bump life. But, Isamabrd Kingdom Brunell was called Kingdom as his father believed if you name your child with greatness they will become great. I like that andf it was true for Brunell, so I think Flash Empire Keating, then one day there may be a Flash Empire Empire

[the spelling is on purpose!]

Hello World…..

This is the very first entry for the site and that’s about it really. Using this to test the site and generally check out the features of the theme and editor. I domn’t expect anyone to visit this page but if you have, hello, welcome, pull up a chair and perhaps have a nice cup of tea Howe are you doing?

Okay on with the madness…..

Images my dears….