Children: plague carrying rats!
By jimmo on Aug 24, 2004
I'm delighted with the standard of education my daughter receives from her nursery school. What I'm less enamoured with is the way she brings home virulent infections from the other children. After a few days of nursing and cleaning up after my children, I have spent the past couple of days shouting "Ralph!" into my porcelain bathroom furniture.
Yup, children are the modern day analogue of the plague carrying rats of the 1300's. Fortunately, they're not carrying anything as bad as the Black Death or Ebola but still, I feel absolutely rotten. Yes, I know I'll live but frankly it's only the hope of dying that is keeping me alive!
Yesterday I was supposed to be going to Prague to help interview a few candidates. Sadly, the rebellion taking place in my duodenal tract was having none of it. I briefly toyed with the idea of taking a chance and going anyway, as most of these bugs ease off after a good night's sleep. Luckily I didn't, because my colleague phoned me to let me know that Heathrow Airport was heaving with people as British Airways didn't have enough staff to handle the passenger load. They were delayed a few hours as a result and I am most glad that I didn't spend those few hours damp-kneed before the stainless steel altar of an airport lavatory.
Ah yes, I do wish I'd made it to Prague. Lovely city! I remember seeing a web page (inside Sun's internal network) on hints and tips for visitors to Prague. It was clearly written by one of our American cousins, judging by their comments about which beers to drink. Hey boys! The dark beers are the best! I guess it's an aquired taste for those more accustomed to the vaguely-beerish frozen swill that predominates the US beer industry. Yes, I know you have micro-breweries which I admit can turn out a palatable brew, although usually way too fizzy. The Tied House in Mountain View, CA, did a rather nice cinnamon-flavoured winter beer which I've sadly not seen there since.
Now, as for the wine - that's a different story...I'm particularly fond of fine wines, so I'll post a blog entry on that later. For now, I'd better attend to the urgent signals coming from my lower digestive system.